VD

 As you all know, this is the season of growth and twitterpation (which, according to spell check, is not a real word). Spring is in the air, the groundhog has determined the length of winter, and rivers will soon be dyed green.

I was doing my best to not acknowledge Valentine's Day this year, but I just can't do it. As much as I'm never overly thrilled with Valentine's Day, I can't help but get caught up in it. There is a feeling in the air that is totally contagious (there is a reason I call it VD... Valentine's Day). People are pairing off and giving gifts for the sake of appreciating each other. It's hard to be a humbug about that. I do not, however, appreciate the ridiculous commercialism, the sense of obligation, and the wastefulness of the day. Instead of buying cut flowers this year, perhaps a potted plant would be better? 

Since I'm not in a relationship and am not a mobster, I can't guarantee I will actually be doing anything besides working on Valentine's Day. What can I say? If my job were a person, we would be honorary conjoined twins because we spend so much time together. Maybe I'll buy my job a potted plant...