No.
Aside from the sentiment of the attached note that says, "I love you because you are you me" (a sentiment chilling in its implication), it is actually five heart suckers, suckers meant for me to eat. Me, who just received the results of his latest blood work which clearly showed the looming onset of old-people's diabetes - enough of an indication to prompt my doctor, Young Doctor Wise, to prescribe a daily regimen of Metformin.
Right, the person who never lets the opportunity pass to remind me that I am grossly overweight and have to need a pill to make all of my repellent fat evaporate, lays five heart suckers at my fingertips, much like a beloved pet cat might present me with a dead rodent. Five (!) heart suckers made of sugar, sugar-water, and colored sugar, all stirred together with a sugar spoon over a sugar flame.
I hate these fucking holidays. Any of them. All of them.
As for love? Love will kill you, man.
Happy Valentine's Day, you old Grizzly Bear. xo
ReplyDeleteAauurrrgghhh ... gruff, ruff ...
ReplyDeleteOh, Glenn, sugar and love have been going hand in hand since ... since ... I don't know since when, but you know what I mean. Two or three posts bellow you were just mentioning being in a state of diabetic coma because of Saints performance. Go for the metaphor, Glenn, and enjoy your loved one!
ReplyDeleteBy the way, I found your dialog with LSL so cute, so sweet, you are a lovely old grizzly bear, no doubt about it!
Grrr ...
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