The DW and I celebrated Valentine’s over tacos at a local Mexican restaurant earlier today. Those of you that know us or have been following the blog for a while know that I manage to round up flowers for her on occasion – I even planted 8 rose bushes for her at our old house for a constant supply of fresh cut roses during the summer months – but Valentine’s is not one of those days. It never has been, but the other day confirmed it. Last Friday Lulu and I were sitting at a red light in town across from one of the local flower shops. The place has one of those old marquee signs with the plastic letters and numbers that can be switched. It always reads “Dozen Roses $12.99” on the top line in large red letters. The lines below are normally for prices on seasonal flowers. Well, while Lulu and I were sitting at that red light, two girls came out of the shop. One with a ladder. The other with a handful of plastic numbers. They wasted no time – one girl held the ladder while the other climbed up, removed the “1” from the sign and slide the “2” into it’s place. In the blank spot left by the “2” she pulled a “9” from the stack of numbers and slapped it in place. “Dozen Roses $29.99” They should have added “Happy Valentine’s Day… Suckers!” At least my tacos were the same price as the last time I was there.