I seldom get phone calls here at work, so when I was called over to our main phone I was curious.

"Mrs.B?"

"yes?" (I figured since it was a student worker, it's not worth bothering with the fact I'm not a Mrs.)

"you have a delivery, could you come get it right now?"

"sure."

M sent me flowers for Valentine's day. I've put them on my desk and the smell is heavenly. It's like spring walked right into my office and plunked it's ass down.

I must admit he's always good about Valentine's day, even though I've told him he doesn't need to spend the money on flowers. He just doesn't feel it would be right to not send them. Who am I to argue with that logic? Plus I will admit it feels very nice to have someone want to show everyone I work with that he loves me. Sometimes I am just a girly girl aren't I?

A girly girl except for the fact that I found out yesterday what happens if you eat too much fannie mae sugar free chocolate. You fart. A lot. Like all night. Like you have a trumpet up your keister.

Thank God that part of Valentine's day is over because even my pretty smelling flowers couldn't hide that smell!

Happy Valentine's Day everyone!

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