Every Sunday afternoon, I usually end up with a bunch of links that either didn’t have the juice or specifics to run on their own, or simply didn’t merit a ton of commentary outside of the facts presented. Often times, these stories melt together into a blur of little factoids that I barely remember come Monday morning. I find this annoying. Here’s an attempt to rectify the situation.

This weekend: let’s connect a Fenty faux pas to Valentine’s Day commercialism, in six easy steps!

1. The Mayor’s certainly had a rough couple of weeks. Nothing a little positive PR can’t solve, right? Adrian Fenty made his way to 1400 Buchanan Street NW on Friday afternoon, to show off the impressive, instant command of his snow removal machines. Sure enough, the previously snowed-under street was dry! But the focus of the media was more on the elderly gentleman whom Fenty chose to highlight — who, as D.C. Wire notes, just so happened to be the grandfather of Fenty pal and Peaceaholics co-founder, Ronald Moten. You probably remember Moten from his part in the odd 2009 ambulance donation kerfuffle. Man, it’s hard to climb out of a valley of disapproval when you keep tripping over your own feet.
2. Speaking of rough weeks, last week may have been one of the most unproductive this city has ever seen. Surely, reading the thoughts from a woman rowing across the Atlantic Ocean will not temper your guilty conscience, although it will probably keep you engaged on the couch for at least another hour or seven.
3. While we’re talking about large bodies of water, we’re probably about to see some develop as all this snow starts melting into one big puddle across the region. WaPo really hammers home that all that extra water has the potential to really suck for you and every living thing in the region. Except for those terrifying snakeheads, of course — the nightmarish thing at right will thrive on the extra water and can avoid the extra chemicals floating into waterways from salt and other snow melting compounds by burrowing into mud. They aren’t called an invasive species for nothing.
4. Politicians are a invasive species all their own. That said, a hearty congratulations to the Virginia General Assembly for passing legislation which will insure that obtaining health insurance remains the absolute and utter delight that it currently is.
5. An actually delightful story: a poster to the Adams Morgan listserv begins to put up fliers to find a lost dog, runs into people putting up fliers saying that they found the dog. Aww.
6. Wait, you still haven’t found that special someone a Valentine’s Day present this year? Well, you can forget about using the excuse that all the other frenzied shoppers took the good stuff before you could get there this year. (Or just tell them how you really feel.)