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Re: The Valentine Work party (with all those people that I do NOT love)....There was indeed Krispy Kreme donuts. Heart-shaped ones, no less. And I had 1, and I sneaked 1 home with me that afternoon so my husband could enjoy one, too. The woman who brought the donuts said that she stood in line for over 45 minutes that morning to get them. I think I would have given up and just come to work empty-handed. I don't wait well under the best of circumstances. At 7 am, you can pretty much forget that. I already have to deal with the Krispy Kreme traffic on the way to work every morning as it is. Its the most dangerous spot in town. People will cut in front of you, run you down, run a red light....whatever it takes to whip into that parking lot. Scary stuff.

And this is what my husband got me for Valentines day. A singing goat. And while that might not sound terribly romantic to everybody, it was particularly thrilling to me. I spent all of December telling him I wanted a goat for Christmas. Everytime he asked what I wanted, I said "A Goat!" (Ok, in reality, I said a MAGIC goat, but thats beside the point). Well, he wasn't able to find a goat, magic or otherwise, (he determined that a LIVE goat was out of the question, sadly enough) around Christmas time. Although I think I did mention that my son gave me a goat marionette for Christmas, which I also LOVE. The Valentine's Goat sings "The Lonely Goatherd" song from the 'Sound of Music'. And she's animated. And it made me really happy, so....nothing obviously says "I love you" like a goat. HAHA!

And this is the Christmas Goat:

Anyway, enough of the goat talk. Yeah, I'm eccentric...so get over it. Dad is here for a visit this week-end. He and my husband spent the past 2 days at the gun range, doing manly stuff (I went shopping at all the President's Day sales which was too girlie for those manly men). This afternoon, hubby shot off one of the offending tree limbs that has been holding his toy plane hostage for the past 2 weeks. It was really wedged up there in that branch. The plane is still there, but now its kind of hanging by a thread. Our weather forecast calls for storms and high wind on Monday, so there is a good chance that the plane will finally make its descent back to the ground again. Maybe.....One can only hope. If not, maybe I will just give him a live goat to take his mind off of the plane.

Happy Valentines

So, I spent my evening making sausage cheese balls for a Valentines party at work tomorrow. What the heck that's all about, I have NO idea. I don't LOVE these people. Isn't Valentine's Day a celebration of LOVE? But I don't want to be a party pooper, so I am forcing myself to be sociable. Little Miss Suzie Social asked us all to bring something red, or pink, or otherwise Valentine related. My imagination drew a blank on that one. I'm pretty sure nothing says LOVE more than some greasy pork sausage and cheddar, anyway. HAHA. Nobody in my office has ever turned down the offer of free food, so I'm sure it will be fine, even if its NOT red or pink or heart shaped or whatever. I have a feeling that at least one person will bring in Krispy Kreme doughnuts. A girl can hope....those doughnuts are the crack cocaine of junk food, and I LOVE LOVE LOVE them. See, there's a bit of love involved there. I don't actually buy Krispy Kreme doughnuts (well, ok, once in a great while I might break down and buy some) because they are so terrible for you, being all fried lard and sugar, that I feel too much guilt. But I have this theory that if someone else buys them, then its perfectly OK to indulge. Right? Like if you don't spend your own money on them, the calories won't actually count. Tell me I'm right, darn it.

But I hope everyone out there has a Happy Valentines Day, however you choose to celebrate it, ignore it, or whatever you do.