For me, Valentine's Day began as a typical day: a morning full of classes. Then I was invited to have lunch with the Greene's at the Golden Cow. You may be asking the same thing I was. "What's the Golden Cow?"
After I received this cryptic text message, I had to call to confirm. Golden Cow? That's what the youngest talking Greene's call Golden Corral. So we did that, then I went to pick up their groceries while they went to CVS. Of course I was more than happy to do this, they did, after all, pay for my all-you-can-eat buffet.
I got to the house before they did, and I was going to put away the groceries, at least the cold stuff, but there was no room in the freezer. So I waited. When they finally got home, I was asked to wipe the four-year-old's freshly pooped butt. And look, while I appreciate the many meals that this family has provided for my broke behind, there are certain lines I will not cross. Wiping a kid's butt is one of them.
I plan to spend the rest of the afternoon doing laundry and playing some online Scrabble with my anti-Valentine. Tonight I'll be going out to eat with all the couples from our weekly Bible study. I'm the only single guy in the group. 5th wheel, party of me.