Cupid Still Calls At A Pretty Girl’s Door

I’m beginning to think only the Victorians understood romance. Most everything before that was rutting. Everything after was a tax form. It’s not called Eleanor Roosevelt’s Secret for a very good reason, you know.

I live in a Victorian house with a Victorian woman and raise Edwardian kids in a Byronic Fashion. You should try it, it’s fun.

Happy Valentine’s Day, my beloved, from the stiff at the other end of the table.

[Valentine is from Victorian Lace-Paper Valentines]