Misblog

Anybody remember the "immature" love and excitement you felt preparing Valentines for your grade school "lovers" - yes we were allowed multiple lovers without castigation, then.

My parents, whose love and excitement had "matured", thoughtlessly interrupted my Valentine’s card writing with the dreaded "time for bed". No amount of pleading could reverse this command and the eventual darkness that settled over my bedroom.

It was then that I discovered sitting on a commode, in reverse, actually makes a pretty good desk for an ardurous six year-old with an important nocturnal writing mission!

How sad that we have created and live in a world of "mature" love. Who needs or desires "mature" love?