V. D.

I'm speaking of the dreaded, infectious Valentine's Day, of course.

For the past week or so, street corners around Tulsa burgeoned with cheap-and-what-a-bargain, plastic-wrapped, stuffed animal- and candy-laden, red baskets available for purchase.  I presume that they are meant for bachelors.  After all, a husband has enough sense to realize that, as cute as his wife might find it, that stuffed hippo will end up on/in his bed.