The only reason that diamonds are the "classic" stone for engagement rings is that the diamond mafia worked very hard to establish them as such. Then, it backfired on them because no one bought diamonds for anything else. That's why there 's been a recent upswing in "anniversary bands" and "right hand rings"

While being single on Valentine's Day doesn't bother me much in terms of the not dating anyone (hey, I'm choosy and set in my ways), I am bothered by the huge plethora of couplecentric promotions, meals, and activities that surround the holiday. I went to my favorite local restaurant last night and found out they had a FOUR DAY special Valentine's menu with really nice-sounding entrees and desserts that only came in two person portions.

Meanwhile the universe gave me my valentine this morning in the form of a flung rock that put a chip in the new windshield I bought last fall. Thanks, universe.

Note to self: abandon "too dangerous, might lead to universal destruction" restriction on science experiments.

Sorry, but if I get stuck with the earworm, so do you all.

bye, bye, Miss American Pie . . .

buy vintage is my answer for almost everything. I hope to get my great grandmother's gold band and for an engagement ring, I'd like something pearl, but maybe a platinum band would be smarter.

I am way too hot to work. I need a fainting couch in my office.

Sorry to hear about the windshield, Matt. That the kind of chip that won't pass inspection?

...the night Chicago diiiiiied!

I don't think that song has anything to do with the St. Valentines' Day Massacre, except they both involve Al Capone.

When a man named Al Capone
tried to make that town his own
and he called his gang to war
against the forces of the law

Also, the song mentions that "a hundred cops are dead." The St. Valentines' Day Massacre was a hit against rival gang members.

I've been moving a lot of boxes this morning, and now I find myself almost overcome with Killer Fatigue.

Can't I just nap for an hour?

I am bothered by the huge plethora of couplecentric promotions, meals, and activities that surround the holiday.

Even in a couple, I'm bothered by all that crap. We've never done anything for Vday, but on Saturday, we decided to go out instead of having to cook after running a tournament all day... so we got to the restaurant in our grubby clothes, got told there was a 3-hour wait for a table (which we should've thought of), and then to make it a perfect moment, the hostess sort of pulled me aside and said, "you know, hon, he really should've done a better job of planning." Umm, hello? Entire universe not about stupid couple-behavior guilt?

Sue also needs a fainting couch.

Oh msbelle, I do.