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Friday, February 8. 2008
Here are some good and bad ideas.
Of course, roses and nice diamonds are never wrong, but if the evil greedy bank is in process of repossessing your trailer or your houseboat, you should consider a Gift Subscription to Maggie's Farm Online Edition!
The price is right, and we offer year-long mental, spiritual, and physical stimulation rather than the ephemeral pleasure of a rose. And we are sexy, too.
Posted by Bird Dog in The Culture, "Culture," Pop Culture and Recreation at 12:18 | Comments (20) | Trackbacks (0)
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I didn't study the euphemism code yet, so i hope I'm not saying anything but "Turtles are really cool!"
A wonderful gift is a baby marsupial. A possum can be trained just like a lion or tiger or ant common pit viper. They only smell all the time and look like large wet rats, but they are so loyal and will sit in your lap until they decide it's time to pee on you.
Vietnamese pigs are sooo yesterday anyway.
*AMBER HABU ALERT*...#5 IS FRAUDULENT AND NOT THE REAL HABU.
However it is mildly amusing.
har har har You guys made me gag on my chili and jalapenos--
A turtle? phfft. You look at them and they pull their heads in. No fun
I make up a nice VD box. I put in a box of Pinwheel cookies (best in the world), a real soft fluffy bunny with a heart sewed onto his chest, a homemade CD with smooth love songs, an Element t-shirt (The one with the guy sitting in a boat in a tree and his fishing line waay down into the river), some special chocolates, a really slinky, sexy outfit from Victoria's Secret, and best... a coupon for a massage.
Dang Meta... one lucky recipient of that box... someone very special to you that's for sure. The Pinwheels are an especially nice touch...
No one to give the box to, Luther. I spanked him and sent him on his way a while ago.
I'm considering you or Buddy at this time.
I don't know about you, though, as you honed in on the cookies.
We'll see if Buddy likes the coupon book......There are special coupons hidden in the booklet.
Well gee Meta... blush, blush... that's thoughtful of you. As for the honing in on the cookies... I always share. :-)
Pinwheels are breastelle cookies. I bet you don't share. You'll hog them all to yourself. I know it.
Har - after a fuller explanation... yes, I might hoard :)
That Cliff C. was a smart guy!
Mens are so dumb.
I lead you down the primrose path to cookie sex and you walked away.
At the risk of being dismissed as a bitch by all, have to say that these Hallmark holidays cruelly taunt middle aged mommies like me....In our house, Valentine's Day is yet another festival of gifts from Mama to everybody else. Certain long established family traditions: a 2 lb bag of Lindt truffles for each of them (husband and kids get the same, a soft fuzzy animal for each (got adorable new bears in hand knit sweaters for $1.50 apiece that the thrift shop got from a store going out of business). This year also found from the same place a grey cableknit cashmere twin set for one kid ($40 perfect shape), Brooks Bros blue blazer ($15) and cool black leather jacket ($25) for son and heir who has grown 8 inches taller this year, assorted sterling silver earrings and necklace for other kid who is into minimal stuff ($12 total), but not sure what to get a man who buys himself everything he ever wants, and whose idea of Valentine's giving is to go to CVS the day after and buy the discounted cheap candy boxes....
Valentine's day is a fun excuse to shop for the kiddies, who are always thrilled with my finds for them, but after 20 years of marriage, it is about as romantic as having your teeth scraped at the dentist. You make an effort to do it, but you just want it over.
It was a fun holiday when I was young and single, tho! It's just for young lovers. Us Punch and Judy types would be better off forgetting February 14th....
R., cynical sounds much nicer :-)... damn age brings that unfortunately. But you have a nice VD day anyway. Treat yourself to a day at the spa... nails done, nice massage, you'll feel better.
Watch it all change when the kids get older. It takes a while, but suddenly things change and you'll get the goodies. hmmm... I say that not because I am the recipient yet, but that we did that for my mom and now it's all for my dad.
I can't believe your son grew 8 inches in a year! Wow. I hope he is doing well.
You give good presents! :)
Things have to get better...back from church meeting just now, picking up PISSED teenager on way home,early from her movie watching with friends because she didn't contact us and we coudn't reach her and were worried because of kid walking places after dark....The infamous teenaged howl "Don't you trust me!!" "Nope. We were teenagers once in the Dark Ages." Sulk. Slammed door. "Go away! No, I don't want to see the cat. She doesn't want to see me, you are just saying that to get me to open the door!" Guess I won't be getting any homemade "I love Mommy" valentines this year....
But gaming geek younger one found this hilarious thing on what geeks do on a Friday night...the best part is right at the end
You have to have a bunch of crazed gamers in the family who would rather have a souped up gaming computer than a car and would rather play D and D than go to a party to truly appreciate it, perhaps....
R: That big a growth spurt can lead to unknown heart situation--please take him in for a heart and valve exam NOW!
AP, I'm guessing, perhaps 8, perhaps only 6 or 7, perhaps in a year and a half? Certainly he looms over me now! His father and grandfather had the same pattern of growth... I'm bad with maps, measurements, guesstimating size. I used to look on the top of his head, now he looks down on mine... His pediatrician is not unduly concerned....Tho certainly one would worry about that in a dog (Great Danes). One always appreciates cautions these days, especially given the annual two minutes a physically heathy kid spends being rubberstamped by the HMO-protocolling pediatrician...