I heart Valentines
There are 5 of us "working girls" huddled in the hall, near Julie's desk, this morning. Everyone has something red on for Valentine's Day (excepting me). Stephanie has on a cute red top and matching scarf, but she doesn't have a valentine. Julie, who is wearing a deep red velvet jacket, got a valentine e-card from her dad. Julie wanted it from a boy. Karen, in a red knit sweater, will visit a boy in Idaho this weekend (but she says they are not officially together so it doesn't count). For some reason I am fine. I am not wearing red (black, actually, with a chartreuse tank top under my black blouse-this may be in protest, but I'm pretending it isn't). In any case, I am not lamenting. Valentine's Day is a Hallmark card. Who needs it? Not me. Nope! Okay, it would be nice to have a card or something, or flowers, red striped peppermint tulips, or maybe white striped hot pink ones, and Godiva chocolates, and a diamond ring. A big, beautiful, punch-your-lights-out, crystal-white diamond ring, which leads me to Africa and modern day diamond mines and child enslavement and diamonds for blood...Why do I always have to find some cause? Anyway maybe mine comes from Brazil. Man, all those things, I'm so materialistic! Okay, okay. I'm only thinking this way because I was just in the hall with all these women and everyone was sending out the v-day energy and it affected my mind.
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