Happy Valentine’s Day. And thanks to the Carolina Biological Supply Company, which in return for providing today’s image would like a linkback. Yeah, whatever. That’s the organ all the fuss is about, the twitchy little fist of muscle that keeps it all going. Bisected. Kind of gross-looking, isn’t it?
But let’s move on from this Hallmark holiday — yes, yes, I love you all. Very much. THIS much. Mwah. This, on the other hand, is amazing: Sweater Vest is beating Mittens in his home state. What’s more, Santorum is “surging,” the polls say. Santorumentum! (As Roy would say.) How did this happen? How does Romney find the strength to get out of bed day after day and face an electorate that, frankly, dislikes him so much it would vote for Rick Santorum as an alternative? I’ll say this for the last two presidential election cycles. They’ve been excruciating, but they haven’t been dull.
Meanwhile, I hope your VD is going well. I think this date hits some people harder than others. Alan and I are both working hard enough that we’ve agreed to put off any celebrating to the weekend. I think a chocolate pie will be involved, and yeah, probably some wine because what else is there to do in February? (Did you know that more babies are born in November than any other month? Because what else is there to do in February?)
I don’t have any more links. I’ve been up to my eyebrows in research and student papers all day. And all I want to do is imagine Mitt Romney, candy and flowers in hand, being kicked to the curb by Michigan. So chime in with your own. Please.