It’s February, and besides fixating on when I’ll be able to venture out in the morning for work without being swathed in multi-layered warmth, I allow myself a moment to get all romantic, buy my wife roses, and celebrate that wonderfully-contrived concept called “Valentine’s Day.”
A great percentage of the world’s romantically-inclined seem to have wholeheartedly embraced the notion that it’s important one day a year to show someone how much he or she means to you. Whoopee!
So, that means for the other 364 +/- days, I’m yesterday’s leftover eggplant??