Romantic Love becomes a mass onslaught of a red and white blur of teddies, cheap plastic roses, their expensive real counterparts and heart shaped chocolates.
In order not to be crushed and swept away by it, I surrender, I give up and I raise the white flag (and to show my sincerity, it has a little red heart in the center).
So, in the 'spirit' of things, HAPPY V DAY to one and all.
The Sister Person sent this message this morning:
Love is a bird, you hold it tightly, it dies. You hold it lightly, it flies, you hold it nicely, it shits in your hands. Uh!!! So forget Love, it is better to FLIRT... Happy Valentines Day.
Methinks she has issues with love. Poor girl...