In general, I harbor an innate distrust for any holiday/institution/event that tries to tell me what to do/feel/think. So when I remembered that Valentine’s Day and the mandated demonstrations of love that it entailed was coming up, I felt a little vomity.
But then I went to work and had a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. I sulked my way home in the (unexpected and thus infuriating) rain, where to my surprise I found these:
And despite my Valentine’s Day grinchiness, I couldn’t help feeling like this: