My sister and I made candy conversation hearts for Valentine’s Day. That’s right. This year, we wielded the power to say whatever we wanted on Val Day (or VD, which also happens to be the acronym for venereal disease). So F U, Hallmark. If I wanted to say “No.” or “18?” or “No restraining order can keep us apart” to my valentine, I could, and did. In the sweetest way possible.
That is, unless I poured honey on myself while saying, “Barack my world.”
