the Dreaded Valentine's Day
The dreaded Valentines Day is approaching. Mrs. Anchovy says, "All I want is a nice card....not a picked over last minute card" (guess what friends, the first year we were married, I tried to buy a card the day before Valentines Day, and the selection was crappola - not that any of them are anything to shake a stick at). So now, I shop for a Valentines Day card when I shop for her birthday (which is January 25), to make sure I at least have the best selection from the junk the card companies put on the shelves. This morning, Mrs. Anchovy puts a card with my name on it on the shelf, and says she expects to see one with her name on it by tomorrow. I yawn and say, "hon, I bought yours a month ago". She doesn't believe me, of course. "You are so bluffing, she says". "So don't believe me", says I. "Produce it", she demands. I yawn. This is just too much fun. Then I get the look. You know, the look. The look that means, "Stop messing with me or you will so regret it". So I amble upstairs to my secret card hiding spot and pull out the card (that I really did shop for a month ago), and casually place it beside the one for me....... She says, "What are you making me for dinner on Valentines Day?".....says I, "What would you like?".........
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I used to work in an office right close to a large downtown mall in Toronto, called the Eaton's Centre. I decided that chocolates were just the thing, so I motivated myself down to the mall where they had a very upscale 'chocolateer'. Fine, I thought. These look great. I'll get her a nice big box of chocolate. So I pointed out the box I wanted and proceeded to the cash. "That will be $87.00, sir". "Excuse me?" "$87.00". She smiled. She knew on the eve of Valentines, taking my money was a breeze. "Exactly what kind of narcotics are you on?", I enquired, incredulous. "Sir, we do have some more modest boxes". I appreciate modesty, and downsized considerably......
87.00 of chocolate sounds like a high just waiting to happen... to say nothing of zitsvilee
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