It's trendy to have a low opinion of Valentine's Day, so excuse the hipsterism of this post, but it truly is the worst holiday. Catie and I want to show that we care on non-State-mandated days. So on the day itself, to acknowledge the pure unadulterated commercialism of the thing, we both go to the most depressing food outlet we know (McDonald's), order something small, and people-watch. We do this even when we're in separate cities, communicate by phone or whatever, and gossip. This is kind of funny, but also (to be honest) symptomatic of my early-to-mid-20s tendency to rationalise the life out of everything. We still do it, but, nowadays, just as something to do.
Anyway, Catie, who is much nicer than I am, apparently blatantly ignored years of tradition and sent me these.
I just ate one. It was delicious.
Happy Valentine's Day.