It's that time of the year again. Where roses and chocolates are waaaay overpriced, kids in school uniforms are walking around proudly lugging all their 'gifts of affection' from their boyfriends/girlfriends/secret admirers/stalkers, restaurants will charge you an arm, a leg and one of your your buttock cheeks for a 'special dinner menu' and a half dead rose.
Crass commercialism at its peak. I'll be at home cooking a nice meal for my wife and daughter. Happy Valentine's Day.
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