Me: Snookums? You’re allowed to buy yourself a Valentine’s Day present, okay?
Him: What’d you get?
Me: A handbag.
Him: A handbag?!
Me: Wellll, Brigita got one! And they’re on sale! And they’re rilly, rilly kewl. And see? It has a little record! I’ll be, like, the only person in Sydney with this bag.
Him: Whatever. (to the cat) Hey, Puss Puss! What do I want for Valentine’s Day?
Ten bucks says it’ll be computer parts.
On those days you have a lot of stuff to haul around, you could carry the bag you made out of LP covers and the Queen Bee bag with the 45″ in it! Hope you like yours as much as I do mine. 🙂
Speaking of Valentine’s Day, I just read an article about a service in Australia to get out of a bad date…read on here:
http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&cid=573&ncid=757&e=1&u=/nm/20050210/od_nm/life_australia_dates_dc
Interesting concept!
Or…yikes…this is scary!
http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&cid=573&ncid=757&e=2&u=/nm/20050210/od_nm/crime_britain_testicle_dc