Oh Boy, is my face ever RED!
You don't come across a day like today all that often. I mean if you walked up to someone on any other day and said, "Happy VD!" they'd likely stare at ya like you had sprouted huge ears and a long face, and brayed for your supper. Today, it was fair game to associate VD with Valentine's Day. It was possible to find an appropriate card to convey the news. The Clap for Valentine's Day? I made an off-hand remark about the use of VD for today's holiday event and its use as an acronym for a gift that a lot of people might unexpectedly receive from the actual celebrations related to such holiday with a group of young adults. One certain coquette was quick to retort, "They're referred to as STDs, now, Grandpa." Cheeky little tart, what? And here I was all set to give her one of those little candy hearts that have the little sayings on them and she had to go and call me Grandpa. I had a retort for her, as well, but I remained a gentleman and kept my mouth shut. I do sometimes remember the lessons my momma taught me, oh, so many years ago.
Oh well, I did really want to say something special on this special day, but as usual, Nat has already, most eloquently, said exactly what was running through my mind:
So happy Valentine's Day, y'all! May all of your pornography remain undiscovered and all of your intercourse be of the non-felonious persuasion. - Pickle Juice
In other news, there is still no sign of my navel. Foul play is suspected. I wonder if this is what happened to
Alfred Hitchcock?
End of report.
Posted by Tiger at February 14, 2005 11:46 PM
