There's something about holidays that makes TV producers go crazy.
I'm watching the most recent episode of "30 Rock." It's the — surprise! — Valentine's episode. Basically, all of the characters are complaining about how they never have good Valentine's days. Since it's Friday night and I'm sitting at the office, this seems like a good time to reflect on 30 years worth of Feb. 14s.
Yeah, I'm already bored by that too. Want to hear a cute story? This is my best Valentine's Day. I was in my second year of college, and one Sunday this Crocodile Hunter valentine showed up on my doorstep, inviting me somewhere on Valentine's day; my ticket in was the tattoo that came with the valentine.
On Thursday, tattooed up, about 15 women from my LDS ward arrived at the church, where three of the men in my ward had made dinner and dessert; they finished the night with giving each of us roses and telling us they wanted each of us to know at least three men were thinking of them that day.
I know, right?