It’s Valentine’s Day folks – but since most of you (and by “you”, I mean the Fellas) probably procrastinated all month and will be running around all day trying to get something nice for your significant other…you won’t be reading this til tomorrow. So… – It’s the day after Valentine’s Day folks…I hope everyone had an enjoyable evening with your Sweetheart. Since “The Day of All Things Heart-Shaped” fell on a Tuesday this year, I’m sure many of you celebrated on Sunday instead. I also hope that none of the guys out there fell into the trap of thinking that, just because you took her to dinner on Sunday, you were completely off the hook for a card and flowers today…I mean yesterday. Yep, that’s a rookie mistake…but, you know the old saying, “bad decisions make for good stories”…and nights on the couch. Guys just aren’t wired to think ahead when it comes to special occasions…or much of anything else for that matter – the fact that the cup was in use, in Hockey, about 100 years before the helmet was, pretty much tells you all you need to know about which head does the thinking a lot of the time. It’s okay though…with age comes wisdom (and, as it turns out, an increasing difficulty deciphering between hunger and boredom – but I digress) and eventually the rookie turns into a cagey veteran with the knowledge to avoid obvious missteps. In other news, Whitney Houston Died…not sure if you heard (the “sarcasm” font on my Mac isn’t working so I hope you were still able to pick up on it). Yeah, I think many saw this coming for a long time – she had kinda become another Anna Nicole Smith…except skinny…and with talent. I know the past ten years, or so, she looked a hot-mess but…back in 1987, when I was 15…boy, lemmie tell ya, I woulda kicked a grown man’s ass in front of his own mama for chance to talk to her!! She’d have been powerless against my charm too…what with my perfectly feathered hair, peach-fuzz just-stache, and scarecrow-like physique – putty in my hands. Rest in peace Whitney. Okay, that’s all for now.
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