We got a big Valentine’s

We got a big Valentine’s Day package from my parents that is stuffed with candy. They do this every year and it is great because I get these candies that I never see outside of gifts from them.

I don’t know what the hell they are, but they are minty melty goodness, and those little white balls? Totally make the candy.

It seems like I am too old for such things, but then again, what is too old? Who doesn’t want candy gifts? Unless it is a Hallmark bear and he is holding those chocolates and was bought for $5 at Duane Reade--then even the presence of chocolate and well-meaning sentiment will be completely overwhelmed by the fact that you hired Duane Reade and Hershey’s as representatives of your feelings towards the recipient. Unless of course they, in return, give you a piece of heart/pink themed jewelry that you saw advertised on national television for a low low price. In which case, you are probably meant for each other, and best of luck to you.

Once I dated this guy in high school for about a month, who later turned out to be quite the nut case. He managed to stay within our orbit of friends for quite a while, allowing us to amass a healthy repertoire of his crazy stories. There are too many to list here, but the agreed upon top three involve his obsession with and subsequent abandonment of a poor dog named Mingus, his absentmindedly pouring plaster down the kitchen sink of a friend’s house and ruining their plumbing, and his crazy art (picture halved coconut shell candles with lumpy wax bases).

MY personal favorite crazy story is the Valentine’s Day one, where the exchange of gifts between him and his (new, also crazy) girlfriend were as follows: he to her: one pair of earrings, stolen from his mom; she to him: $20.00.

True love!

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