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my heart is like an onion (it makes me weep)

Valentine's Day is, of course, utter bullshit. It was started by a pope (and we know how romantic they are) to commemorate the martyrdom of a priest who was persecuted by the emperor Claudius. And by "persecuted" I mean beaten, stoned and finally beheaded outside the Flaminian Gate. Perhaps this priest was made out of chocolate. I don't know. But I do know that -- as bullshit holidays go -- Valentine's Day ranks right up there with Easter (there is *never* a good reason to hide painted eggs from a crucified bunny) and Boxing Day (yes, I need a whole day to hide my presents -- what are they, painted eggs? -- around the house).

Still: I have a niece and a nephew and they're still young enough to dig getting a card with a heart drawn on it. And then my friend Sheri wanted to do an art-card Valentine's exchange. So here we are! But seriously, if you really want to save the planet then we need to put an end to this kind of thing.
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  1. Eleanor Seaman-Bolton8:58 am

    I have been anticipating this post since last week!! Love the drawing.

    It's a non-event in our house this year by consensus but DJ will have a great time at daycare - balloons, card exchange, muffins, cookies, lollipops . . . . and he's the only boy :)

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  2. Tami Cohen9:46 am

    ok ok reading your words whilst viewing the sweetness makes it all a touch more palatable.

    whew

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  3. traci9:46 am

    ya whatever right...my kids asked what holiday i do like!aydan said 'get a nice boyfriend...he'll buy you chocolate' and i told him i like to buy my own thanx.
    how about a holiday where we get to sleep in!?
    i'd like that....

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  4. Erika Lee @ A Tiny Rocket10:18 am

    :) Happy Valentines Day.. Valentine Day saves lives.

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  5. Laura10:26 am

    i, for one, am glad film noir comprises part of your heart.

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  6. Kay1:16 pm

    I like Tracy's idea..a holiday for sleeping. There could be sleep marathons, pajama sales. Everyone would get a new tempur pedic mattress by government decree...My hubby decided to buy me a rose. He bought it at Walmart. I hate Walmart. He knows that. But he did get me some teriyaki beef jerky..ain't that romantic? I would just as soon nod good morning and let it stand. I woke up this morning and the red rose was brown..really!!!

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  7. Eryl4:43 pm

    I like anything that promises chocolate so Easter is ok by me, plus it starts with pancake day. Great picture.

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  8. Lulu LaBonne6:28 pm

    I have referred the sleeping holiday idea to our prime minister - I am installing it as the alternative to listening to the brouhaha around two rich people getting married.

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  9. Anonymous2:14 pm

    Love and be loved~<3 Thank you for being a good sport, however with that said I do not at all remember twisting your arm into a heart shaped pretzel.

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