February is the longest month. Valentines’ Day looms over our heads, striking terror into unexpecting boyfriends and pain into the hearts of those who are single. Even after the big “Feb Fourteen,” February won’t let us go. It holds us in the shivers of winter while our minds drift towards thoughts of spring break and summer. If it was up to me, that terrible month would be three says long: one to prepare, one to suffer, and one to recover. Sure, The extra days could be divided up and distributed among the happy months, like fireworks-and –ice cream July and Christmas-cookie December. Luckily,