Steve, between the military and law enforcement, I didn’t get holidays off, so I gave up on worrying about them. Flying around the world, some days had forty hours, others had four depending on where you took off, where you landed and which way you flew.

You worked based on Z/GMT/UT dates and times, and local time was for those outside the “job”. If you don’t connect to the local flow, you don’t worry about it. That probably seems strange, but so would a 4-1/4-1/4-4 rotating work schedule which was four 12-8AM shifts, 24 hours off, four 8-4PM shifts, 24 hours off, and four 4-Midnight shifts followed by 96 hours off. The concept of “work weeks” doesn’t exist, and the meaning of days of the week is lost.

… unless you have a reservation. Chalk one up for me; I thought of it a few weeks ago.

“… depending on who you are delivering the poem to.” – Michael

Michael, your spouse or um-friend is a very lucky person! 😈

Bryan, your post subject reminds me of a longtime friend well known to YDD readers, whose initials used to be VD. Not only did she wish people a Happy VD; she also concluded memos at work, “To contact VD, please call…” But she changed her legal name so that those two initials are now VC. Fortunately, there’s no need for you to engage in combat with her.

However you choose to celebrate it (or not), have a good one!

Words only have meaning when that meaning is accepted.

I have always been bothered by “violets are blue” as the violets with which I’m most familiar are, in fact, violet and not blue. Cornflowers do tend to be blue, although some stray into purple, but my grandmother’s violets, were violet.

Honey definitely fires the neurons attached to those taste buds that are recognized as be associated with the taste range that we agree to call “sweet”.

Ellroon, if we didn’t have specific days set aside for specific purposes how could we possibly organize a sales calendar. Stores would be forced to stock warn clothes when it was cold, as opposed to carry lightweight Spring clothes when the temperature in the twenties. People have to be told when certain things are appropriate, although I understand that many schools have banned the exchange of Valentines because it causes problems for the self-esteem of children who don’t receive any.

That said, saying ‘I love you’ to someone is truly important to a relationship, so if it is said only once a year, it’s better than nothing. (And if it is being said only once a year, don’t give fucking chocolate. You’d better make it diamonds, you twit!)

(Never ever try to go out to eat on Valentine’s Day!)

Roses look red
Violets look blue
Honey seems sweet
And so do you.

Some people keep suggesting that honey tastes sweet, and that may be the better wording, depending on who you are delivering the poem to.