So not only was the Target I visited tonight out of my yummy happy drink of wonderfulness, but everywhere I turned, the whole damn store was decorated for Valentine’s Day. Cards. Chocolates. Towels. Plates. Pajamas with cutesy little hearts. Ya know, just when I thought I’d shaken off the combination of the blues and blazing rage that was my Thanksgiving through New Year’s experience, I realize we’re not quite done with the magic yet. There’s still one more yippy skippy shmoopy Hallmark day to wade through before I can cruise through the rest of the year. And when you work in a big office full of women, there’s no avoiding Valentine’s Day…the flowers everywhere, the balloons, the squealing, shrieking, ooo-ing, ah-ing, “We’re going to dinner at Grove Park tonight, what are you doing?” “Ooo that’s so romantic! We always take a Valentine’s getaway weekend in Charleston” “Awww how sweet! He gave me a diamond bracelet at breakfast” “Fabulous! He made me heart shaped pancakes” on and on and on……..BLAGH! So! In this age of being overly politically correct, I think it’s absolutely wrong to let this kind of smarmy kissy faceness happen in the workplace! We can’t say Merry Christmas so why should those wallowing in the bliss of coupledom get to go all Valentine’sy in my face if I’m not celebrating? Hmmm? I’m offended! I want a policy! A procedure! A committee!