Valentines Day is for LOVE

This morning as I was driving to work I noticed that the folks in the car behind me would kiss at every stop. It was kind of cute until I saw her head disappear in his lap (I know you are telling me to shut up right now, but I could not make this stuff up if I tried).

At first I thought she had dropped something on the floor and was picking it up, but no, I don't think so. They followed me for quite a while and I alternated between looking out of the front windshield and searching the rearview for what I will only describe as "head bob"; there was none, but the look on his face said everything. He still managed to obey local traffic laws, so I guess no harm, no foul. I am pretty sure that I am not the only one who noticed because the gentleman driving the pick-up truck next to them made sure he had optimum view the entire time.

It literally took every fiber of my being not to jump out of of my car at the last red light before I had to get on the highway and tell them that Valentines Day is for LOVE, and not, you know, hummers.

What I am reading: Terms and conditions of my new credit card.
What I am listening to: Luther Vandross and Bobby Womack (If you think you're lonely now). I swear....if you even suggest to me that that is a Mariah Carey song reference I will be forced to inflict bodily harm.