So today is the fourteenth day of the second month and that means we should all feel compelled to trudge out and procure some empty gesture of affection because as we all know it is the amount on the price tag correlates to the level of affection. Apparently, my love does not run deep enough and according to some it has run aground somewhere very high up or so state Management’s friends.

See, I like to think that I show love everyday. I walk the dog rain, sleet, snow, dead of night, crack of day, sick or lame. I cook dinner every night. I act as the designated driver each and every time we go out. I work odd jobs and give her the earnings so that she can go shopping. Yes, I am a chump but a chump who is in love.

In honor of this Valentine’s Day I am going to completely ignore the harpies fluttering about Management’s shoulders and do what I have always done.  Maybe this chump will throw in a foot rub on top of the rest of the little “I love yous” because, frankly, I’m broke.