When in Rome

Have I ever mentioned to you that my life is an absolute living hell for 364 days out of the year? Fifty one weeks and six days of pure unadulterated torture accompanied by a cold side dish of ball twisting misery. This is the double life that I lead. Sure, I can function and coexist amongst you “normal” people, but inside boils a craving that which only the most arduous of men can tolerate. Not until today did I realize that this desire shall no longer be contained, that my passion yearns to breathe! But a mere breath would do this no justice and so I must shout at the top of my lungs ….


I love Sweetest Day!


What, never heard of it? Yeah, me either …


Until this morning when expert sources (a crappy local morning radio program) informed me of this not-really-nationally recognized holiday. A faux Valentines Day if you will; which just so happens to annually fall on the third Saturday of October. Primarily celebrated in our beloved Great Lakes region, Sweetest Day has captured the hearts and souls of many a romantically bankrupt Midwesterner. They apparently need two made up holidays each year to guilt themselves into buying affectionate gifts for their significant other(s).

Time to go buy myself some books... when in Rome.


Enjoy the odd holiday folks!