Okay, so it must be my 20th birthday. Hallmark is making out like a bandit. More hearts, more flowers, more lacy doily edges. "This Valentine has come to say, 'Hello, and how are you today?'" From my little sister, who sent me perfume. "la parfume de Woodhue." Not so long after this, as I think I've said before, we had a falling out of some kind, and she didn't want to speak with me for years. I still don't remember exactly what happened. Here she likes me. Blows me away. I thought we never liked each other until the last 10 years or so. What else have I been so wrong about, enquiring minds want to know?