Candygram!
Yesterday morning I awoke to a strange knock at the door. Roused from an otherwise peaceful sleep, I shuffled out in my boxers and opened the door. Standing there in the hallway was Valentine's Day, grinning like some idiot hybrid between a Jehovah's Witness, a landshark and a group of carollers. Unimpressed, I closed the door, locked it and went back to bed.
Later, at the more humane hour of noon, Mel & I roused ourselves from the bed, and set out to enjoy Valentine's Day by paying bills, borrowing library books and watching George of the Jungle on DVD. Ah, romance!
(Hey, I look at it this way: if you take only one day out of 365 to show your s.o. how much you love them, then there's a problem. What are you doing the other 364 days?)
In other news, our kitten has taken to trying to eat the buttons off my shirts. I probably wouldn't object so much to Chance doing this...except for the fact that he tries to eat my buttons off the shirts I happen to be wearing. Nothing causes you to pause in typing than when you feel a cat's little set of fangs trying to render your shirt debuttoned.
Today's Lesson: dinners always taste better when the company you work for is paying for them.
posted by Phillip at 7:37 AM
