OK. This is getting ridiculous. Even bin Laden is conspiring against me on Valentine's Day:
http://www.theonion.com/content/node/30892
At least I have my friend, Mike. He and his daughters came over for dinner last night and in an act of international diplomacy, he gave me a small heart-shaped box of Valentine's chocolates. It was very sweet of him and I appreciate the sentiment. Way to take one for the team, Mikey! You all have him to thank for alleviating my holiday bitterness which would have otherwise inspired me to send you some very sad and desperate pleas for recognition and affection. Good thing I'm easy to please. A little chocolate goes a long way! . . .
Confidential to Scott F: Apparently they do not celebrate Valentine's Day in the Arab world, so you better make this one count! :-)
Confidential to Terri: I so regret any favoritism I showed toward John and his baby by giving them more "air time" on the blog. I in no way intended to slight you or your sweet little baby, Bennet, who I'm proud to announce was born on December 29th, 2008. I'm embarrassed and concerned that you felt compelled to mention it in a "comment" to my most recent post. Please accept my sincere apologies and all my love!
Confidential to Everyone Else: My sister is a big whiner and is the baby of the family, in case you can't tell. Because she was born last, she feels like the universe unfairly jilted her out of all the rights and privileges that came with being born 5 or 7 years earlier like the rest of us. She extends destiny's obvious favoritism toward me and Jim and John to everyone and everything else and struggles daily to right the injustices unfairly thrust upon her--such as mentioning John's baby with more specificity than hers. If you see her, give her a hug--she obviously needs it. (Tee hee!!)
Kelly
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4 comments:
Oh yeah, well... I'm cuter!!!! :) Being the baby means being a "baby" right?
lol
Love Terri
Kelly, I mailed you and the kids a valentine. I hope it gets there on the 14th. If not, I tried. I gave Sandy a large valentine of a Golden Retriever. When she opened it Prince thought it was a real puppy and started sniffing it and licking it. It looked just like him, and at first he thought it was a real dog. It was pretty funny to watch. Love, Mom
by the way, sweet little homeless kittens make great Valentines gifts, and they love you and make you feel good. So life might not be like a box of chocolates, it might be like a box of kittens. ha ha Arten't you glad I don't live closer? Love, Mom
Confidential note from Scott F. My yearbook girls throwing a huge party full of love and cut-out paper hearts may ruin me for Valentine's Day for a while anyway! (Whoa, maybe Bin Laden will like me?)
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