Well, it has come again: Valentine’s Day. Here is my tribute to this greeting card pushing holiday. I am sure that Hallmark cringes at the thought of all the homemade cards traded by school kids. Before the cynicism gets the better of me I had better put in a better thought. Continue reading →
Valentine’s Day is always a rocky day. So many relationships hinge on the choices made by a guy. Rose and dinner mean romantic love. Crotchless panties from Wal-mart mean that the relationship is over in two weeks. Continue reading →
Recently, I received an email from a friend. She wrote in her short note that she has learned that men face the same biological clock that women face. We are both thirty-five and neither of us are looking to have … Continue reading →
Dita on the rocks. When I said I would drink her bath water, I wasn’t speaking literally. Okay, maybe I was a little literal. Continue reading →
Oh! I wish I was little bar of soap. Bar of soap./Oh! I wish I was little bar of soap. Bar of soap. Continue reading →
I know. I know. This is the most blatantly commercial holiday. Created to sell greeting cards and candy by capitolizing on man’s insecurity and woman’s obsession with knowing what a man feels. However, I think this is the least hypocritiacl … Continue reading →
