Well, I totally forgot to wish my imaginary stalker Cyndi a “Happy Valentine’s Day” to her and I’m sure I’ll be paying the price. At least Mr. Whiskers and my wife will be happy that I remembered them this year. But poor imaginary stalker Cyndi was left out.
As a kid, I hated Valentine’s Day at school. We were forced to buy corny Valentines and pass them out to the kids in our class. You wasted half a day (of valuable education time, might I mention), coloring your valentine’s box (mailbox for your valentines) so other students could toss them in with the same care as you reserve for throwing out an used napkin.
I was a shy kid and I’m sure other students thought I was the strange kid in the class. Perhaps I wasn’t as strange as the “Horse Girl” (she thought she was a horse and would neigh and gallop around the playground, but on the plus side, she kept the lawn trimed nicely). And I didn’t smell like that one kid with the messy desk in the back row. But nevertheless, I’m sure other kids made fun of me because, heck, I’m a shy dork.
Happy Valentine’s Day to all the other, poor schmuck kids that get stuck in this holiday torture. So small children, I wish you the best during this day of candy and fake love, may you grow up unscarred by the education system of today.