Happy VD!

Er, Valentines Day. Not an actual VD. Although with the lack of the sex-ay in my life, I might as well have one. Then I'd have an excuse.

I grew up in a little town that has this little Valentine's remailing program. The name of the town was such that there is a Miss Valentine contest, and the entire town looks like it's been hosed down with Pepto Bismol there's so much pink and red around the place. There's also those stupid candy hearts, only really big and wooden, and attached to all the light and telephone poles around town. Glittering foil streamers of hearts and Cupids, fluttering gaily in the ass freezing cold wind streaming down the mountains. And if I never see another bare-assed Cupid picture in chaps? I'll be a very happy woman.

I hate this day with the passion of a thousand burning suns.

However, there is chocolate, and a bottle of wine awaiting me at home (though now that I think about it, perhaps a visit to the store that sells The Scotch would be appropriate), and more fleece to wash, and snot-green Olympic socks to knit up, so all in all? Not such a bad day.

I hope y'all have a good one. :)