Oh, aren’t I lucky? Last year, I got to write a post on Good Friday. This year, it’s Valentine’s Day. Different decor, same general atmosphere: suffering and tears, remorse and reparations. At least on Good Friday, you don’t have a bunch of single people watching you suffer and saying, “Oh my gosh, you’re so lucky!”
Cream of tartar! Semiconductors! Onomatopoeia! Gerbil bedding! Notary public! Joint compound! Abstract expressionism! Borscht!
That was me, trying to think of something, anything, to write about other than Valentine’s Day. What do I know about Valentine’s Day, anyway? It’s taken me most of my married life to admit that there’s not really anything wrong with women...READ MORE