I liken Valentine’s Day to a pinkened skin rash. Cheesy candy, plastic flowers, pathetically hollow cards, bad commercials, a blinding overflow of pink and red, and way too much PDA (public displays of affection) are not the answer to love. Just thinking about the symptoms makes me want to scratch my Weatherskin raw. Ooh … awww … whew!
The Weatherhuman retains a “realer” method of dealing with the pain: drunk and honest. It may be less glamorous than dinner and a date, but if I get brushed off, I can always pick up on a nice cold one.
Friday’s forecast: Self-dilluting 12-ounce pick-ups.