A public service announcement
LD started the Early Warning Alert for St. Valentine's Day... I'm just making sure you didn't forget about as well!
Saturday you must pay dues, you must grovel and endure hideous ritual, you must utter filthy words foreign to your vocabulary, and must prepare your tailbone for the obligatory Tom Hanks - Meg Ryan marathon.
More importantly you must not fish, because on the 364th day, She rested, and so must you.
You’ll be skulking through darkened streets hoping your buddies don’t see you hand in hand with the Missus.
They’ll be in line behind you at the Romantic Comedy Cineplex scanning the periphery for their buddies - and you’ll have a “Bro-mance” moment when you collide at the popcorn line.
Sunday you can laugh at the other fellow’s stories - claiming all you had to do was split a diet coke and shake her hand. We know better, but aren’t about to rat you out.
I friggin hate this holiday.
How about a "BJ for Your Hubby" Day???

