Today is Valentine's Day. Even though I've never had a Valentine to celebrate with, I don't mind this holiday. Say what you will about it being a Hallmark holiday, a commercial opportunity to milk over-achieving, approval-seeking, wife-appeasing men for all they're worth, but I actually kind of like it.
Bearing that in mind, please know that what I'm about to tell you doesn't come from a place of bitterness, cynicism, depression, or angst. It comes from Fact.
Today, this Valentine's Day, I stepped in dog poop on my way home.
Some kind of sign?