A postscript to last night's observation on Valentine's Day:

Jewels and I were talking this afternoon in my office when The Glamazon walked in. Jewels was fiddling with the string of a balloon that The Enigma had brought in yesterday to ring in VD cheer. The balloon had been floating aimlessly within the confines of the four walls of my office and Jewels was wresting it down. It was covered with shiny hearts, and read "Happy Valentine's Day!" in vibrant letters. The Glamazon looked at it thoughtfully and uttered, "Valentine's Day. It should be called Vagina Day. After all, if it wasn't for women, it wouldn't exist at all." Jewels took the moment to reword "My Funny Valentine." I think you can imagine how it went from there.

More later. I just had to write this down before I forgot it.