From Pancakes To Ashes to Chocolates . . . What a Week!

And so, Lent begins.
If you are someone who gives up something you love 
for the six weeks of Lent, and yesterday you
swore off chocolate . . . and today is
Valentine's Day . . . well, hahahahahahaha. 

I hope you got flowers today,

or a pretty card, instead of candy! 

Not real.  Pictures taken at a local dollar store.

I wonder how many people foreswore parsnips or lima beans

or pickled pigs' feet this year, instead of chocolate?

Tuesday past was Fat Tuesday - Mardi Gras - that last day of indulgence before Lent.

Did you eat pancakes?
Toss beads at strangers?

Dollar store!

 Dance in the street?
Lift up your shirt in public? 
 Wear a mask (especially if you did the shirt thing)? 

No?  Neither did I.

So Tuesday -- Indulgence.
Wednesday -- Contemplation.
Today -- A Celebration of Love.

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Of course, our dogs had to get in on the Valentine's glamour.

Gilda, Queen of Hearts.

Dylan, the Court Jester.

How annoyed does this dog look?  Yes.  Pretty annoyed.

 "Seriously, Mom?  Can you leave me a shred of dignity?"

"Get this off-a me.  Now!"

"Oh well.  If I have to wear it, I might as well take a nap."

 
 Everyone at That Old House wishes everyone else (that's you!)
 a sweet Valentine's Day, whether you rejoice in a
Significant Other of the human persuasion, a beloved pet,
a good friend, your family, your memories, your dreams,
people with whom you spend your working hours . . .
it's all love,
in all its myriad forms, and it's all good.  
-- Cass