V-Day

I went for a walk with Warden. A man selling flowers asked me if I wanted to buy a dozen roses for $10.00.
"I don't have a valentine," I said.
"Me neither," the man said.
"Where are your boxes of chocolate?" I asked.
"Don't have any."
"If you did, I'd buy a box."
"I'd buy a box too," he said and laughed.
I looked at all the flowers. Hundreds of flowers. "What are you going to do with all the leftover flowers?" I asked.
"Half off! Tomorrow," he said.
A bus passed and Warden started barking. "Better go," I said.
"Have a good one."

Why do people buy flowers on Valentine's Day? A dozen roses. Two dozen roses. What do roses have to do with love anyways? I don't understand. But maybe it's because I don't understand what "love" is. What a strange thing. I hear it makes people do crazy things.

If I had a valentine, I'd make a butter cake with sweet icing lined with butter rosettes. But I don't. I have Warden, and I think tonight, we're gonna stay in and watch a movie.