As we all know, yesterday was Valentine’s Day. A day of flowers and chocolates and pink baubles and jewelry and greeting cards. A day in which it is expected that some of us will pay tribute, and others will revel in their loot. Or so the marketing machine would have us all believe. Candy hearts for all!
If I never see another pink heart again, it will be too soon. Fortunately, we can now go straight from one candy-choked holiday to the next.
But even after the magical bunny has finished pooping out foil-wrapped chocolates for all the good children, we won’t be done. We’ll need flowers for Mom and fishing poles for Dad. Once that’s taken care of it’ll be time to haul out old Uncle Sam for his annual airing-out. And then, maybe then, we can have a few days of vaguely summery peace before we’re once again bombarded with pencils and pumpkins.