The L-Word

Yup, it’s that time of year again. The middle of February is approaching quickly, and we all know what that means.

Presidents’ Day.

Sorry, President Fillmore, no mattress sales in your honor.

Sorry, President Fillmore, no mattress sales in your honor.

I don’t know about you, but I am sick and tired of these Hallmark Holidays, with these lame social expectations that I have to go out and buy Presidents’ Day cards, write some reverent poetry about George Washington, buy some red, white, and blue flowers (have you seen how the prices skyrocket just before Presidents’ Day?), and go out to dinner with what seems like 200 million other Americans in honor of their first Commander-In-Chief. And yes, it’s just for him. Look it up. The name of the federal holiday is actually just “Washington’s Birthday.” Seriously. So if you just ponied up $30 for a box full of chocolates shaped like the visage of Millard Fillmore, you may as well just throw them in the trash. Continue reading