Well, thank goodness that's over with!

This year I managed to escape Valentine's Day with nothing worse than a blown transmission. A few carless days, a couple thousand dollars, and life goes back to normal.

This is much less painful than many of my other Valentine's Days. 'Tis a cursed day. I'd take Friday the 13th over Valentine's Day if I only could.

NOTHING GOOD EVER HAPPENS ON THIS DAY.

Some years I take off work and spend the day cowering under the bed. Those are the best Valentine's Days I've ever had.