So, Clam summed it up in his text message this afternoon – “btw, FUCK VALENTINE’S DAY”.
So I’m avoiding it. Big time.
Actually, I’m sitting on the couch, nursing a hangover, and overdosing on Lifetime Television for Women. The only people I’ve talked to all day were bandmates. I went and had a recording session with Ruckus, and Pedro called. Other than that, I said please and thank you to the folks at the hardware store and Whole Paycheck when I went in to grab a few things.
But my one favorite thing about Valentine’s this year, were these flowers that were delivered to my office yesterday with a naughty little note.
Tulips are my favorite flowers, and I love all the colors in this bouquet. That’s why I sent them to myself.
Yeah, you just read that right. I sent myself flowers. Why? Why the fuck not? You know, it’s fun to keep people guessing, too. Because I only told half my co-workers that they were from me. To the rest, I just smiled and blushed.
And the naughty note? Well, I figure if you’re going to send yourself flowers, there ought to be a little dirty note to go with.
They’re probably the best flowers I’ll ever get.
Just sayin’.
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