Being Swiss, the tradition of Valentine still strikes me as really odd after 9 years of observation. Forced-on display of selective love, trained into the youngest and nurtured by Hallmark and candy companies. Weird, indeed. But every year we receive from Bear’s mom the most wonderful, handcrafted, creative Valentine’s card in the mail, I’ve saved them all, they are absolutely wonderful and far away from anything commercialised. This year I also received a bunch of Valentine jokes from Kristy, and here is the one I like the best:
Be My Valentine
A man walks into a post office one day and sees a middle-aged, balding man standing at the counter methodically placing “Love” stamps on bright pink envelopes with hearts all over them. He then takes out a perfume bottle and starts spraying scent all over them. His curiosity gets the better of him; he goes up to the balding man and asks him what he is doing. The man says, “I’m sending out 1,000 Valentine cards signed, ‘Guess who?’”.”But why?” asks the man. “I’m a divorce lawyer,” the man replies.