Happy Valentine's Day

Now go to the Hallmark store and sift through the picked over, sappy cards and maybe get some stale candies that nobody actually eats, or god forbid hit the unmentionables store at the mall to buy something that in your perverted mind would look stunning lying on the bedroom floor next to the naked 21 year old sales associate. Then stop on the way home at the florist, who in exchange for $50 will give you a very, very few flowers that are sure to be dead within two days as they've been sitting stockpiled in a freighter offshore for the past month waiting to meet the demands of this one glorious day.

Bah! Humbug!

Sculpture from the DeCordova Museum