so in about a week the united states will celebrate that overrated consumerism-at-its-best holiday (well i guess christmas first), valentines day. you know the day i'm talking about-- the one where flowers cost 3 times as much as they would on any other day of the year. i remember valentine's day in grade school where we decorated shoe boxes and then passed out those little cards with cartoons on them. 5th grade. tyler hinrichs. boy was he hot. i think every girl in our class was looking at her valentine from him, wondering if there was a deeper meaning to the words in the dialogue bubble above tweety's head. those were the days. i think my senior year of high school jeremy and i somehow convinced our entire youth group on v-day that we were engaged. jeremy will you remind me why exactly we did that and how we got anyone to believe us? i think he gave me two of those little disgusting candy hearts that had special sweet nothings on them, and i kept them. we called them "the kids" and decided we would exchange custody over them every valentine's day. they were in a plastic bag in my car for a year and then i gave them to him last year. i'm looking forward to spending time with them again. who wants to bet he won't remember? :) last year on v-day i had to work and then joe pederson took me out to dinner. i had forgotten about that until today. thanks joe, that was a good time.

speaking of candy hearts, i would like to engage you, the reader, in a dialogue concerning them. i am convinced that the candy hearts that will be lovingly distributed this year, the ones that taste like mylanta, are actually the same batch of candy hearts that were first made in 1912. no one ate them. ever. so they continue to be recycled, causing incessant gagging in those who so boldy choose to partake. i'd like to know your thoughts on the edibleness of these morsels of mystery.

i'm off but i need to publicly declare that i am in no way responsible for rozi's (by the way, i believe you that you didn't say that word :)first speeding ticket in six years. if you are a rock star and you call me at ungodly hours of the night and you so happen to wake me up, i take absolutely no responsibility for what i say or do that may or may not aide in behaviors incurring a speeding ticket therein. if you don't believe me, it's in section VIII, part 345 of my manual. right after the MWANC exposition. mexicans who are needing cheese.