Valentine’s Day #15

Fourteen years ago to the day, my eternally patient wife (then bemused girlfriend) spent her Valentine’s Day afternoon helping me move into a sharehouse with some bozo. Practical, self-sacrificial, and loving – what more could you look for in a valentine.

Tin Man

They say the appropriate gift is tin. Perhaps “they” here are New Zealanders who struggle wuth theer vowels end hev muxed up theer “e”s with their “i”s. Maybe “they” figured that after so many years rusted onto each other, it was only appropriate to share a corrosion-safe metal. Or perhaps “they” decided to give a… Continue reading Tin Man