I have been a workaholic for quite some time. Most of the time, I'm happy that way. The holiday of Valentine's day is a different story. As most of you have gathered, I work in a high school. I also work as a floral designer in my spare time. During the week of Valentine's there is no such thing as spare time.

Most women want roses, or some other type of flower for V-day. Unless they are dead, black and accompanied with a can of gas and a flame thrower, I do not. Candy, perhaps. Dinner, maybe the day after. Hot chocolate, you had damn well better. But flowers....no.

I think that's all the energy I have to complain. That's pretty sad.