Dear Haze and rosie:
Won’t you be my valentine?
Sincerely,
Pie
#2 son hates Valentine’s day. I mean hates it. I have no idea why and he’s not sharing. He’s hated it since Kindergarten or 1st grade. I can’t wait until he’s in middle school–no more V Day parties. There will be tears tonight because he won’t want to do his valentines–there were tears this morning when I told him to start them.
I feel bad for his future girlfriends. If it were up to me, I’d say to hell with it all, but I have to work tomorrow and he can’t show up with no valentines…
This is why I dye my hair-to cover the gray.
I stopped by the English department as soon as I got to campus this afternoon (late already). I ended up talking for an hour to some of the TAs I haven’t seen in a while. I thought I could sneak into the Archives for my desk hours without anyone noticing. Nope. I forgot this is the library version of The Office. I got caught. Fortunately the English department is notoriously screwed up right now, so I was able to get away with saying I went up there to get the requirements paper for my comps reading list from a secretary who wasn’t there (which is true).
Note to self: call when going to be late. :smack: And email thesis director to find out how many secondary sources he said I need.
thank you, cutiepie
but mama don’t swing that way
eta - sometimes I think my life might be simpler if I did…
I know. But I was trying to be nice.
ETA: After all these years now that I finally have a Valentine, he doesn’t give a damn about the day. So, I can’t win either way. :rolleyes:
Thanks Haze I am chatting with a friend in a similer job in another district. We both agree we just need to start drinking heavily at lunch
as for Valentine’s day…meh. I have never been that worried. I would rather be appreciated all year than have someone be forced to do something one ‘Special’ day. Mr ems-to-be is way more into it than I am.
bronzes above sentence, hangs over mantel
I forgot to mention it is 70 and sunny today. Does no-one want to move to California?
Spaz
Honestly, I agree with you, but we’re also talking about the dimwit who knew our anniversary was coming, but didn’t know what specific day, so he did nothing. Like not even buying a card so that he would have it ready when I showed up saying, Happy Anniversary, Dear! Sometimes little annoyances like this tend to add up for me. :rolleyes:
{{{ems}}} Idiot clients… happen. Getting chewed out by the boss – that hurts 
Look around you. Plenty of people in as steady relationship (mostly a married one) who may be *observing *V-Day, but sure as all hell aren’t celebrating it. You’re not alone. And I’m sure this string will end, eventually.
No SO is better than one you shouldn’t (or just don’t want to) be with.
**Rosie **-- this is true for you as well.
**Rigs **-- I think he’s essentially right. To tell the truth, having this one day where you tell someone you love them, means nothing if you don’t live up to it the rest of the year. Which is not to say it makes it any easier to deal with kids. Especially with smart kids!
**Cutie **-- et tu? :eek:
While this may be true for some, when you’ve been without for as long as I, you start to think “even cold, leftover pizza is better than no pizza at all”
True-the whole premise is a false one and an empty one, too. Personally, I don’t like red roses–any fool can go out and buy red roses. They are neither expensive or rare. I don’t need or want another Beanie Baby or stuffed anything; and I don’t need any chocolate.
So, it’s just the midway point for February as far as I’m concerned.
Shit. My manager just called. I don’t have to go in until 0700. Sure, that sounds great and all, but now I have to stay until 330pm, instead of getting out at 2pm. This puts a crimp in the after school stuff for me, and the cake baking. Plus, I’m just as tired doing 7-330 as I am 0530-2. :rolleyes: Must remember get paid lots of money for the inconvenience. Must remember this…
Heh, I’m starting to think maybe you do swing that way! (Cutie, take note! :p) – or you’d be talking about “soggy, soft sausage” rather than about “cold, leftover pizza”!
(d&r, narrowly avoiding flying objects)
bronzes above sentence as well
I’m feeling an overwhelming sense of freedom now that I’m no longer shackled to Complicated Roommate. I even sent myself a flower. Granted, I sent it on Facebook, but still. FLOWERS FOR ME FROM ME!
Ew.
oooh! I just remember a piece of a truly weird dream I had last night.
I was somewhere, at some kind of party, with a mix of chorus mates and cow-orkers. On a table were dozens of bottles of Dr Pepper (just like in Forest Gump, and no, I didn’t watch it before I went to sleep) but they were in 3 flavors: sweet, dry, and hard (as in hard cider). I tried the dry one, which was tasty, but I suddenly noticed (warning: TMI) that there was a tampon in the bottle - it didn’t look used, but still :: pukey smiley:: Then I noticed all the bottles had tampons in them. EWWWWWWWWWWWWW!and before you say anything Achod, (insert glare here) it has more to do with being unable to quench a thirst than anything sexual. When I woke up, I drank two bottles of water.
I’m sorry, rosie, but beebs STILL wins in the TMI category.
I don’t need an award for it, I just didn’t want to take anyone by surprise.
Shaddup!