In which Barbara Boxer answers the age-old question: what do you get the woman who has, essentially, nothing?
Also: when a bunch of strange men give us flowers, we figure they want something. We're probably just a teeny bit easier than the good Senator though.
Which reminds us: your Valentine's Day messages have been passed on to Wonkette. She's sending them on to the various appropriate authorities -- Secret Service, local police, Health Department, the Center for Study of Improbable Sexual Positions, liquor store, etc. -- with her best wishes. —C.S.
Thank you for the roses [Barbara Boxer's Diary/Kos]