February 11: I’m so
glad January’s over. Not that February
is anything to write home about. But at
least there’s Valentine’s Day. Today my
co-worker Margaret and I ran out to the mall at lunch. I got the girls shirts with hearts and a
Spiderman t-shirt for Josh. At least
it’s red. Maybe I can find some silly
things in the dollar store.
Margaret just sends cards to her niece and nephew. (Isn’t it funny how English doesn’t have a
gender neutral word for one’s sibling’s children? Or one’s siblings for that matter. Of course that’s never been a problem for me,
having only a half-sister.) But Margaret
gives them each ten dollars! We got back
just in time and had to eat our lunch on our break.
Anyway, I have to take the kids out tonight to get something
for Ed. Maybe a red tie or red socks or
boxers with hearts. That way, they can
remind him to take them out to get something for me. It’s not that I want anything, but it would
be embarrassing if I had something for him and he didn’t have anything for me.
Valentine’s Day is Sunday.
I promised to bring something for Coffee Hour and I think I’ll make
cupcakes and put Valentine sprinkles on them.
Maybe they even have little candy hearts. I can get some conversation hearts, too, and
put them on some. (My friend Karen told
me that she saw some dirty conversation hearts in the fancy candy store. Maybe I should get a bag for Ed. But what if I got them mixed up and put them
on the church cupcakes? Karen says I
have the mind of a situation comedy writer.
Maybe she’s right.)
Dear Reader, I don’t know what you think of this, but I’m
having fun. Let me know.
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