So I’m at home at around 2 a.m. on a Friday night after hanging with friends, and I got a little hungry. I ate some chicken-flavored ramen noodles and called it a night. Got me to thinking. It reminded me of when I would go to the Asian Vietnamese Restaurant off the bypass and get my favorite dish, chicken pho.

Ah, it’s that day again. It’s so clich? to write commentaries about how stupid Valentine’s Day is. I’ve written two commentaries acknowledging the holiday, but neither were in favor of it. But I’m a much different gal now than I was then. I want to glorify this day, because you know what? Everyday should be about love, man.

This is it. I’m done. No mas. Over. After this column, I’m out of the business. No more funnies for me. I know, I know. You all haven’t been this heartbroken since the discontinuation of the Old Navy tech vests. Yeah, it’s pretty sad for me, too. This column was all I had.

Oh, the glory days of being a kid. As I sit here trying to figure out how I’ll pump out a gazillion research papers and essays by next week, I couldn’t help but remember the days of yore as a small child. Over break I spent a lot of time with kids because my nephew (who turned 12 today!) was in a football tournament.