Well, this is turning out to be the BEST (day before) VALENTINE'S DAY EVER. Why? Because I got into work and there were roses on my desk from Chiquita to thank me for not being slightly retarded like the girl who worked here before me, and making her feel comfortable enough to be able to leave the office for 5 hours yesterday to get her hair done. And there was a Valentine card with it and inside was a $50 bonus. Who needs a boyfriend when I have Chiquita to shower me with presents?
It's nice that Chiquita loves me for my phone answering skills, because based on the appearance of my hair today I should start looking into a Home for Sad and Tragic Spinsters. It is more tumbleweedy than normal. We're having another beatnik poetry reading tonight and the theme is "scary" in honor of Friday the 13th. I'm thinking of not even bringing a poem and instead just show up with this hair.
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i cannot recall the last time i got anything for V-Day. see, when i occasionally rant about how it's a corporate-inflated faux holiday designed to steal our money, that doesn't mean i don't want at least some lousy flowers! men.
The impromtu activity at your poetry night should be that everyone should on the spot write a poem about your hair. You could post the attempts and we (those who live far away and are not at the party) could vote on our favorite ode to your hair.
Think about it.
And way to go with your Happy Valentine's Day.
Finally, a decent boss! One who needs to give husbands lessons on gift-giving. And I second Amanda's suggestion about hair poetry!
oh, rachel! i love what you say and how you say it! are you SURE you can't arrange to drop by my kitchen?
hair can goof EVERYTHING up.
Nancy knows about hair, hers is crooked...don't ask her...
I love the idea of Beatnik poetry parties...I wonder if the activities committee at church would go with it....
At my last ward, I wanted to have an Elvis party where everyone dressed as their favorite version of Elvis and we served doughnuts and deep fried PB&J sandwiches...but it didn't fly...
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