....and that's OK with me - at the moment. Valentine's Day has never been a day I've paid attention to, even when I have been crazy in lustful adoration of someone. I did get a very sweet hand made Valentines card yesterday from a friend and I have a feeling the dogs are planning something special. I came home yesterday afternoon to find the tell tale signs of a handicraft session - cardboard in shreds around the house, magic markers with their caps chewed off, wrapping paper torn from the roll on top of a table and an extremely sheepish looking bunch as I walked through the door. You know, that moment when they all go into wax figure mode when they have done something really bad, and then you notice one of them starts really slowly and discreetly to try to leave the room. This is where the phrase 'hangdog look' comes from and I know I'm supposed to be angry, and I make a big show of saying 'What the fuck! Who the freak did this, what the @*ƒø#˜∂** were you thinking?' And they all stand back as I'm clearing up the mess, occasionally they look at each other and shrug their shoulders as if to say 'what's she upset about?'.
The thing I find funniest right now about Valentines Day is the way in which one particular flower advertiser has their ads for roses (imported from where exactly?) running on every talk radio station - no matter whether right wing or left wing (roses - the real fairness doctrine) and each of the talkers have their own 'special code'. If you buy online just punch in Sean, Savage or Rush, Randi, Big Ed or Rachel and you'll get the best deal on your 12 roses in a vase delivered to your 'wife' or mum. I'm betting right wing talkers get more 'buys'. Selling roses is the only point of agreement between left and right hysteria on the airwaves at the moment.
But back to the important things - my little empire of fur here in the flatlands of Berkeley. It is pouring with rain and this makes me irritable. It's grey and dismal, water is seeping under my foundation and I need to deal with that, Oscar is doing that thing old dogs do - just barking at his shadow, and I worry that these are his last few months. Frank will be 14 this year, Calvin turns 13 in the summer and Oscar will be 19 on June 1st. Is there a reason I'm feeling so piss-awful today? Oh, it isn't Valentines Day. It's Friday 13th. Goddamm.....
I typically don't mind Friday the 13th but this year it was Valentine's Day that was scaring me. I think it was because every application on Facebook kept reminding me about VD and it was giving me a rash. :-)
Posted by: Deb in Minnesota | February 16, 2009 at 05:53 AM