I’d like to offer apologies in advance to those of you who love Valentine’s Day and find my thoughts saccharine-religious.  I don’t always spend my time thinking of things like this.  Oh, no, it sometimes gets worse.

I wonder how old Cupid is and why he’s still wearing a Toga?  Is he a party animal?  Does he get drunk and stupid like we did when we were young and throw up on the floor?  Who cleans it up?  Do mother or father clean up after their little Cupid? (Midlife parents would do anything for their children, overlook any problem, for even terribly misbehaved ones like Cupid.) […]