As we live in the birthplace of the Hallmark card, 'important' days, like Valentines day take on a whole new perspective.
As well as being the day when adults give something they dont want to give to someone who doesnt really want to receive it. This is also the day when every child is encouraged to give meaningless, thoughtless card/note/candy items to everyone in their class. They must give to everyone or no-one, as Charlie Brown days are officially banned in America it seems.
This results in 8 year old stressing for weeks because she cant work out how to avoid giving anything to any boys but still manage to keep her friends happy. (One giant 'to my class' card did the trick). This makes me incredibly happy, for I know one day she may be working out how to give her mates nothing and keep the boys happy!
Now, when you get to 8pm on the 13th of Feb and your 5 year old realises he's failed to make 20 classmate cards plus one each for teachers, office staff, principal and janitor the opportunity for a major meltdown occurs. As luck would have it supermom managed to conjure up 25 heart shaped cookies by 9pm. And so saved the day. (Its amazing what you can do with 2 eggs, a box of nesquick, a bag of sugar and a piece of furniture from a Lil Bratz roller skating loungin' area. - creativity is my middle name).
I was rewarded when said 5 year old stuffed a pink and red lovehearts napkin-wrapped parcel into my handbag, as I left for work. 'Dont open it until you get to work mom, it;s a valentines surprise'. Aww bless, so I dont open it. Get to 11 oclock, pour my coffee, unwrap my anticipated heart shaped chocolate truffle type treat, only to find a bashed and soggy box of raisins left over from yesterdays lunchbox. Just like hid dad on the present choosing front then. Boys, ya gotta luv em.
My parking problems are resolved. I park one block down and pay $10 a day, no negotiations. It makes life a little easier, although sadly a little duller too. And I have shifted to wearing my patent leather platforms on wet days. Just to be safe.
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patent leather platforms? are you in a Goth tribute band now?
I am of a certain age. Skinny jeans and puffball skirts have had their day in my wardrobe. Shoes are ageless. So they also have an ankle strap. Gwen Steffanie would eat her heart out for them.
Referance to Blogs and age. Futher to creating my profile on Bebo (and becoming slightly addicted, I'm bored at home after op)KA has informed her mother that I am on the cusp of being to old for Beboing! We must hold on to the remnants of our youth sis you go gettem in the patent platforms, just watch out for small stones on the way!
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