Thanks to Despair.com.....candies that read as poorly as they taste.
Valentine’s Day is fun......but those little hearts are about as satisfying as Maalox.

I’m feeling sentimental. When I was a child my father would take Karen and me to the drugstore on the Sunday before Valentine’s Day and we would pick out the biggest, gaudiest candy filled heart for our mother. The candy was secondary - our obsession was with ribbons, lace, flowers etc. It was amazing how many of those boxes Mom saved. [Note to Embot: Do you remember playing with some of those old candy boxes when you were little? Just checking.]

My parents had a neat tradition that I regret not carrying on with my own kids. On Valentine’s Day morning Karen and I would find a string or piece of yarn tied to our bedposts. We would follow the circuitous web of string throughout the house to find a Valentine treat hidden at the end. I guess that wouldn’t work too well for us. I have some little treats for the kids which I will put on the faux mantelpiece in the living room. (No, wait, it’s a real mantelpiece - there just is no fireplace with it....) Seven (We have a friend of the girls’ who spends a lot of time here. In fact, I shall have to add her to the action figures one of these days.) strings run about the house would be chaotic, if not outright dangerous. But the dogs would love it. And that would not be good.