I love pink. I love red. I love flowers. I love hearts. I love wine. I love sex. I love love. So this year I’ve decided to sidestep everything I don’t love about Valentine’s Day (the doth-protest-too-much couple proclamations on social media, the commercial malarkey, the jacked restaurant prices, the liberationists transformed into Cathy Comics) to focus on all that big, juicy, game-changing, out-of-left-field, who-knew-but-you love. Just so you know: I love you — all of you — madly. Happy Schmalentine’s Day, you pretty-pretty kittens.
I love pink. I love red. I love flowers. I love hearts. I love wine. I love sex. I love love. So this year I’ve decided to sidestep everything I don’t love about Valentine’s Day (the doth-protest-too-much couple proclamations on social media, the commercial malarkey, the jacked restaurant prices, the liberationists transformed into Cathy Comics) to focus on all that big, juicy, game-changing, out-of-left-field, who-knew-but-you love. Just so you know: I love you — all of you — madly. Happy Schmalentine’s Day, you pretty-pretty kittens.