I was always of the belief that the shortest measurable amount of time was that mili-second between the changing of a traffic light from red to green before the person behind you laid on his horn for you to “Wake up and get going!” I now believe the shortest measurable amount of time is that between the end of Christmas and the promoting of Valentine’s Day. WTH? Did Santa carry Cupid in his sack and let the little bugger set up his booty of cards and candy? I kid you not: the day after Xmas everything is pink and red and candy and cards!
That’s the fact, Jack!