Happy Valetine's Day

     Not sure what's going on here.  I mean, I know it's Valentine's Day and all that happy horsesh*t, but dad's been up since about 4:30, cutting up heart-shaped confetti and spreading it in a trail on the floor, hanging balloons on the wall and writing on them. I see a bag with something labeled "Hershey's" tucked into it. 
     Seems to me dad's just making a damn mess out here.  All I want is to sit with him, and I'm letting him know that, but he keeps shushing me and telling me not to wake up mom.  What's with you people? 
      Mom's an eternal child, and loves fun, festive stuff.  Yeah, they're romantic, blah blah blah, etc., etc., etc., but if dad hasn't learned anything else from almost six years with her, it's that she loves the fun side of holidays.  Dad does his best, and misses sometimes, but I think he makes her happy.  Of course, she almost always gets stuck cleaning up his messes, but I don't think she minds.  I'm hoping he finishes in time to just sit with me for a while.   Anyway, Happy Valentine's Day to all.  Doesn't mean much to me, though.  Stupid people...