Randomness in no particular order
Valentine’s Schmalentine’s Pardon me for not jumping on the love boat this week but I really don’t get Valentine’s Day. Christmas was only seven weeks ago (seven!), yet according to all the commercials and advertisements, unless you spend big money on February 14th, you are an evil miser with a heart of stone, ranking right up there with Mr. Scrooge. I don’t need an overpaid exec on Madison Avenue telling me which is the right day to express my love for someone, thanks. I read yesterday that the average man spends $150 on valentine’s day gifts and the average woman spends $120. The thoughts of supporting something so blatantly commercial makes me feel ooky, I know the marketers are laughing all the way to the bank. She’s At it Again Amy came home from school yesterday with a stomachache and a fever. I parked her on the couch with a blanket and her GameBoy and then asked if I could get her anything else. Assuming a tragic expression, she moaned, “You can get me a puppy.” Dream on, kid. Dream on. The fever got worse overnight and she started coughing. I kept her home today and she hasn’t felt like doing anything but reading or watching TV. We’re still working our way through the Laura Ingalls Wilder books and finished Little Town on the Prairie today. I finally had to stop to do some work and Amy watched kid shows, which means I’ve had to endure the extreme political correctness that is PBS. Seriously, how many of your children are BFF with one white, one black, one Hispanic, and one Asian kid? Yeah, mine either. Weird Dreams Last night I dreamed that I forgot our baby was a boy and I dressed him in a frilly pink and white dress with a little stick-on bow and took him out to show off to my friends and neighbors. Everyone laughed at me and felt sorry for my son. I feel sorry for him too if that dream is any indication of what awaits. Note to self: Must buy dinosaur toys. Costco Letdown Last week we bought a box of Belgian chocolates from Costco. Ever had them? The variations they come out with at Christmas are actually really good, but the spring selection? Not so much. Maybe it’s just me, but I’ve actually never been that fond of a dark chocolate/mango combo. It tastes vaguely like dishwashing detergent. Wow, cynical today aren’t we? I blame the hormones.
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