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"Mommy!  My Love Box is full of candy!"  That's really an unnecessary incentive in later years, dear.

Yes, she finally got to have her Valentine's party.  Which means she finally went to school.  And I took a nap.  So when did Valentine's day become a Halloween-caliber orgy of candy?   Was it not enough to have those wee little pun-riddled cards to analyze for hidden meanings?  It started with the occasional corn-syrup and red-dye riddled lollipop.  Now it was a whole load of M&Ms, Fun-dip, Nerds, you name it.  All red, of course.  I think it's a Nestle-led plot to popularize a holiday that most would otherwise soon learn to scorn.  Get them jonesing for Wonka mix when they're young and they'll buy whatever premium line Nestle owns when they grow up (note: I tried to find what the high end stuff is that Nestle undoubtably owns.  And I came up with a BBC News story about how some Spanish restaurant is helping them come up with spicy flavors.  And THIS:is the pic they used on the story.  Um.  Ew?  Note the authentic British teeth.  This?  does not sell the newspapers on this side of the pond. You people are never getting your empire back if you keep this up.)

Anyway.  In college my buds and I founded Students Against Stupid Holidays and on StVDay, we'd wear all black and our little buttons with a heart in a slash circle and S.A.S.H. on it.  For whatever reason the sorority girls took this as a personal affront and got mad at us.  Which, of course, we LOVED.   I just don't get the Valentine love.  I guess the whole Byronic ideal of love being exemplified by chocolate and doilies is lost on me.  I find it exemplified by giving me the last cup of coffee and making the children leave me alone so I can nap.

But if you WANT to send me a valentine, I'd rather it wasn't this one:


Or, um, this one.  Eep.