So. Valentines Day. The day for people who forget to tell their lover they love them EVERY other day of the year--- and, in some attempt at redemption, buy their lover carnations from a van on the side of the interstate and a corny card. Awesome holiday.
My Valentines day usually includes a bit of drinking... I'm lucky that I am a female and therefore am not responsible for buying gifts or making silly arrangements on this "big" day. I'm not one to buy into the typical male/female roles (nor do I buy into these consumer/Hallmark driven holidays) ... unless these stereotypical roles work to my advantage. Hehehe. We are a conniving lot, we ladies. We know when to use our sexuality to our advantage, when to file complaint that we are being taken advantage of based on our sexuality... I see why so many men claim they "can't figure us out". I'd like to believe I'm different from the typical gal, but lately I'm not so sure.
Today my boss treated himself to an entire bag of Reeses peanut butter cups. When I say bag, I mean he scarfed a bag the size of those you buy to hand out to an entire neighborhood full of kids. Polished it in under 15 minutes. It was like watching a trainwreck, but I couldn't look away out of sheer astonishment. He should be snoring within the hour. Happy Valentines day Phil.
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