Guess what comes after Valentine's Day?
A whole bunch of NOT Valentine's Day.
You can wrap up your hope chest in tissue paper and put it away for another year, this years Valentine's Day, not unlike the recent End of the Earth Barbeque or the Rapture Quilting Bee, was a big non event.
Prince Charming was a no show.
Face it, once the glow is off that chocolate looks disgusting, no matter how bright and shiny the wrappings they put it in. Not only is the smoke machine turned off, there is always a big freaking bowl of disappointment cooking on the stove in place of your usual oatmeal. It is best served cold, just to make sure you choke on every spoonful.
February 15th has always sucked. It is the day you realize that your brother got 432 Valentines and you only got 3. Two of them didn't have any name on them and said, "from your secret friend" written in the same handwriting used on the other one you got that said "from Mrs. Blackwell." You check the gift box everyone was given from school, supposed to be full of treats that everyone's mother made for the party and realize that several of your cookies already had bites taken, and most of them looked like they were the practice run before the mom got into the real groove of Martha Steward cookie decorating. A closer look at the Valentine the teacher gave you leads you to realize she actually forgot all about you and cut your "Valentine" out of the picture on the front of the book. One of the legs of the little lamb is missing and there is a price tag half peeled off.