Here we are on what could be the most silly "holiday" we celebrate. I don't dislike this holiday because I'm alone. I'm not one of those whiners. I keep my whining for more important things, like the useless color of pink. I dislike Valentine's because I think it's ridiculous that we need a day set aside to tell people that you love them. All day you'll have people doing all these "special" things for people, sending chocolate or roses, telling them how much they care, blah blah blah, I'd like to puke now. Of course tomorrow comes and they're back to being the asses they were before today - but hey, they told me (and showed me with chocolate!) that they loved me yesterday! What a joke. I'd rather be told or shown (in a real way) that I'm loved on March 14th or August 2 - or any other day of the year because that will actually mean something. So you won't see me asking anyone to "be mine" today or any of that crap. Instead, I'll choose to remember this day as the birthday of an old friend and an old dog, both who are no longer with us. And I'll continue to think of them beyond this day, too.