And by that I mean Valentine’s Day, of course. Yay. In years past, I spent this day crying into my bourbon. Today I’ll cry into my tea. Actually, I won’t cry. I’m not a big fan of Hallmark holidays. I get that from my mom. She used to make heart shaped meatloaf on Valentine’s. As a kid, I used to think it was just her warped sense of humor. Now I think I understand. In her own way she was telling the brain washing carpet baggers to shove their roses up their ass. The older I get, the more I appreciate my mom. I wish she was still alive. I’d give her a call and we’d laugh about this ridiculous “holiday”.