Day 45 (410) – February 14, 2019
Happy Valentines Day. I don’t think I have really bought in to this so called intimate, holiday dating back to when I last filled out those little paper “Be My Valentine” cards, stuffed them in their little envelopes, affixed the foil stamp to seal the deal, print the names in the To: and From: blanks, taped a carefully picked out candy heart on said envelope, and placed it in the decorated shoebox on my classmates desk. Or something like that. The only thing I know is that the older I get the more expensive this damn so called “holiday” gets. Especially with kids. Not only do you have to help do their cards, resurrecting those haunted, I mean happy, memories from the past, but you are requested to help by providing some food item in leiu of chaperoning the class party, school dance, or movie date. And if that’s not enough, they really want to get their latest interest(s) a durable, cellophane wrapped heart shaped package of a variety of so called chocolates, to show how much more special they are over the other potential valentines. Or worse, they actually are smitten with someone who requires not just that box of crap/candy, but a plastic tube encased rose, along with a bear, stuffed in a T-shirt with “I like you Bear-y Much” written across the front. No wonder nearly every store you walk in to today has a display such as the one above, sparing the millions of relationships that would be on the cusp of disaster should he/she show up to their other half’s valentine expectations, empty handed. But I wouldn’t know anything about that.
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