So He Says...

..."Look at my Valentine." This is what the guy who throws the paper says early this morning as I stood in the garage before heading to work. I just got to get faster on the new cell phone camera. I guess it's nice I just got to see someone 's Valentine since because of work and the fact that we have both been nursing bad colds by mutual consent we have opted to postpone V-Day until a more convenient moment in this household.

On the way to work I pass my wife coming home from work and we chat on the cell phone. We still love each other, despite the facts of no celebration and that the priest who officiated our marriage is no longer a priest, I guess you can say we are still married and are sweet hearts.

So anyway I tell her about the paper guy. She says, "I thought guys weren't supposed to talk to each other about Valentines?" She thinks it's like the unwritten rule that I always seem to break in a public restroom, no talking, no laughing when lined up at the urinals.

The paper guy got a new tool box for his truck from his sweety. He seemed to think I spotted that shiney symbol of love right away.