Is it really a good Valentine’s Day if you haven’t set the bed on fire?
That’s my standard these days. The last time I celebrated Valentine’s Day in a truly exuberant way it involved other people delivering letters with directions, five lovely flower bouquets, individual fresh rose pedals strewn on the staircase to my apartment and across the floor… Mind, that was my contribution. He set the bed on fire. Ah, good times.