I was at the store Thursday and saw a cute stuffed monkey attached to a box of chocolate. I said to myself, "Either she will really, REALLY like it, or... she'll eat the chocolate, give the monkey to Scrappy, and I kill two birds with one stone." So I
I came home, stuffing the gift under my coat so I could surprise her (or them, whichever). To my surprise, Laurie was delighted, and I told her my theorem if she hadn't wanted another stuffed beast. Scrappy was keen on the idea, but Laurie told him, "No! I'll share some chocolate later if you're good, but you can't have my TEDDY BEAR!"
It sure looked like a monkey to ME... I wonder if the cashier couldn't tell the difference, either?
So anyway, we then got invited to a Valentine's dinner at my co-worker Robin's VFW. This was a very fun time...
|Our hostess, she's a sewer where I work... and AVAILABLE!|
|My other co-worker at the shindig, Celeste, along with her son. I thought I had her lovely daughter too, but my phone isn't quite my camera... and it was giving me the red battery of death the whole night.|
|This is Robin's son, who won not one but TWO drawings. One was booze, the other this big box of chocolates that he gave to his mom (awwwww....). And since her birthday was the day before, he figured he's covered at least until Christmas.|
|Laurie about to pick her nose, making sure that Celeste's BF Ron isn't watching...|
|Robin getting a good shot of the guitar player's butt for her scrapbook...|
|The Dowco crew from another camera...|
|...and from mine...|
We finished the night with a partial watching of the latest GOP debate- a very un-Valentine-like event, a train wreck of a showing that left me absolutely baffled that I saw THREE different polls say they thought The Donald won , even though Jeb handed him his ass SEVERAL times. I also found it ridiculous that the ONE candidate that didn't get into a barrel of muck raking was John Kasich, and I saw commenters make fun of him for being the voice of reason. If I wasn't convinced that politics was just a three ringer before, I am now.