Saccharine, superficial, overpriced, commercial, disposable...fifty shades of grey. Valentine's Day is here. When celebrated in the traditional sense, I look forward to it as much as seeing myself in some scanty lingerie. Thoughts of crowded restaurants, marked-up chocolates and roses, and maudlin Hallmark cards get my heart racing in all the wrong ways. |
The backs of the cards are also fairly entertaining:
