Tomorrow is Valentines Day. It means that you should tell the one you care about that you love them. Hugs and kisses count. Chocolate is common but it comes with the dreaded calories (of course one day out of the year, who cares). The newest “offering” for Valentines day is colored cheese curds. White curds. Pink curds. Blue curds. You get the idea. Really? It doesn’t even sound good.
If you really want to outdo yourself for Valentines Day, the movie “50 Shades of Gray” hits the big screens. Nobody admits that it is a good movie but the expectations are that it will gross $100 million this weekend. You think that it is a coincidence that an “R” rated lovefest hits the screen on Valentine weekend? I think not!
I did not win the Powerball sweepstakes. I will have to cancel my order for a private Lear Jet, the condo in Florida and a castle in France. I have often wondered about what I would say in my acceptance speech for winning $100 million. Most people talk about paying off the mortgage, taking a vacation or buying a new car. Then they would probably do charitable contributions. The truth is, winners are overwhelmed and really don’t know what to do with all the money. I know what I would do. I’d give it all to my kids. It would immerse you in immediate wealth and turn you into total a–holes. You wouldn’t want that! I’ll have to rethink the whole deal.
I am going to go sturgeon fishing (though the ice) this weekend. It is supposed to be butally cold with wind chills -20 degrees. Of course in the shelter of my personal shack it is not too bad. TV. Cold beverages. Comfortable chairs. Oh yeah, then there is the big hole in the ice waiting for a shadow to pass by. One guy has been peering into the cold water for 30 years, never saw a shadow but continues to pursue his dream. Thats me! 30 years of freezing my a– waiting for a stupid fish. Really!
Monday is President’s Day. That means the world stops. No banks. No mail. No government (actually that could be a good thing).
Be My Valentine
Love,
Dad