Valentines Day Shenanigans

 Alright, Starbucks silliness aside, lets get down to what this day was really all about.

Points.

That's right, Groundhog er Husband Points.  Today was like triple coupon Wednesday for these points and if you didn't pick any up you are either celibate or a dolt.  Few other days compare to hubby point generation than Valentines day does.  Around the burrow we have what we call "hell season".  Every birthday, gift giving holiday, and aniverery falls within a very short window in December and January.  By the time this day gets here we are completely out of money, sentiment, and energy.  That's why the savvy Groundhog takes this day to spring into action for one last huzzah before the doldrums of the rest of the year settle in.

So today, I spent lunch braving the savages at the flower department and fought my way to these:

Yeah, that's me on the right.  Once you chew off the roots these things really make the lady Groundhogs swoon.  Oh, and poetry.  Doesn't matter how bad.  You wrote her a poem?  SWOOONEYNESS!  Yeah, after 21 years of this I'm learning.  The guy ahead of me in line at the store where I got the flowers had a card and a box of tissues.  I asked him, "So, you expecting a real tear jerker?"  We all yuked it up but he had 42 yeas in the institution so he had some deep knowledge I have yet to learn.  Tissues, tissues, I'll work on that one over the next 21 years.  Hope he didn't just have allergies...