Someone needs a Valentine

I love Valentine’s Day and I’m not the least bit ashamed to admit it.  I have always been a sucker anything heart shaped, although I’ve always wondered where the shape originated from, because it certainly isn’t the human heart.  Add to that my adoration for chocolate and cards with loving sentiments, and I’m a goner.

Today I have perused a plethora of posts and blogs about the hatred of hearts and cupid and even love.   That’s fine, I hate Halloween.  I always thought it odd that parents would dress up their children in costumes and masks where they can’t maneuver around or see very well, and send them out in the dark to beg for free candy from strangers (yes I gave in too), but I digress.  I could start a Halloween haters club.  I could dress up in black and plaster my face with hateful expressions, but I would…