storyfires

So, Valentine’s Day. It was bound to show up eventually this year. I appreciate today for precisely one reason: See’s California Brittle, which you can get in milk or dark chocolate and comes pre-packaged in 8-oz. bags so you don't have to stand in a two-hour line like all the poor sods who want special-order mixed boxes. Aside from Valentine’s Day always slinking around in my least-favorite month of February, which tends to be brown, and aside from three-hour wait-times at every decent restaurant in town, not to mention the in-your-face reminder to everyone not currently in a happy relationship that their lives lack that certain spark, I hold three special grudges against St. Valentine’s day. No offense to the patron saint of courtly love and epilepsy, or anyone who likes to pray to him. 1.     Purple, pink, and red look ugly together. I mean, really. 2.     Pepto-bismol-flavored candy hearts. 3.    Romance does not , in fact, equal sex or sappiness…but try tell