Happy Valentine's Day! I made a special peanut butter face just to ward off predatorial women who can't resist my charms on this of all days. However, let it be known that when I do have a Valentine, I won't be like those men I saw at the grocery store today. I ride in, and there are 6 men standing in front of the floral case, just staring. Then one reached his hand out to pick a bouquet, and lowered it again, shaking his head. Ok dude, shouldn't you know what kind of flowers your wife likes? Shouldn't you have thought this through a little sooner, like say I don't know, BEFORE the actual day of the holiday? *sigh* I wanted to go over there and give those guys a piece of my mind, followed by some advice on wooing and charming, but alas, Mommy had me snapped into that buggy like a prisoner. When I find the girl of my dreams, she will get flowers every day if she wants them. She'll get heart-shaped boxes of candy monthly, even if I have to special order it. I'll take her dancing and to plays and cultured stuff that most men wouldn't. Yep, that's me, the original Renaissance Baby.
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