I love Valentine's Day! There, I said it. Wait! Before you leave, it has nothing to do with romance or high expectations. I just love the playfulness and the reminder of giddiness from decades gone by...back before there was drama, and it was just plain silly and fun to have a crush on the one kid in your class who didn't pick his nose. I am a huge fan of heart shapes and candy, so that doesn't hurt either. I dumped a brand new bag of conversation hearts into the bowl today, and I don't even care how picked over they get! I am throwing havoc to the wind on this festive day!
Now let's throw a little random into the mix to make the party complete...
There were new stickers in the butcher case this week...I did not see any selections specifically marked as pet friendly, and was a little surprised to find out that boneless chicken could pose a problem. Maybe bacon is a better choice for your fat old dog?
This sign on the granite desk at the orthodontist's office amused me... They are PROUD to accept these credit cards. They will feel honored if you put $5,000 on whichever credit card in your wallet charges the highest interest. It would fill them with a sense of pride if it takes you eleventy-seven years of minimum payments to make your child uncomfortable for the next two years.
When I read about Glen Campbell having Alzheimers, I had to look closely at the photo of him to jar my memory as to which singer from that era he is. His face looked vaguely familiar, but I didn't really know what he sang. Fast forward a few days to me watching the Grammy awards with the kids, and belting out every single word to Rhinestone Cowboy. I recognized the name of the song when they announced it, but I had no idea it was anywhere in my mental playlist.
I had viewed my bank account online the other day, and one of the number columns looked a little odd, but I thought the ipad was just messing with me, so I didn't think much more about it. This evening the phone rang and my bank's name came up on the caller id. My first thought was that there was no way I was talking to some customer service rep, about how to better manage my funds, on Valentine's Day...unless there was going to be chocolate involved. Then I realized they could be calling me about whatever disaster was brewing in that odd column of zeroes, so I answered the phone..."hello?" and I heard "Andie" in a quick and stern deep voice. Oh my gosh, this was bad--they did not even say "hello" AND they know my nickname.....oh, or it was my brother calling from work (using his desk voice) just to say hello.
I was cruising around on my son's junior high school's website the other day, when I ran across a letter to parents regarding the ninth grade dance. It will take place on June first, but apparently there were some matters they really felt the need to get a jump start on addressing. Here is the section on "Attire for boys":
Boys should wear a button down shirt, dress pants that must be buttoned and zipped and worn appropriately, not sagged down exposing undergarments. Boys should NOT wear velour pants with the matching velour jacket. It is not necessary for the boys to rent a tuxedo. Canes and top hats must be checked in the coatroom.
So many thoughts...
* Thanks for the advice on the buttoning of the pants. Oh, zipping too?
* Can you wear velour pants with a jacket that does not match?
* Will the rabbit be safe in the coatroom?
* Is there a chance in hell that the parents who might've let these rules slide is even glancing at this friendly reminder?
* Back to the velour...I am not convinced I even know what they are talking about!
Happy Valentine's Day!