Denver - So last night my friend Julie and I went to the Safeway to pick up milk (yeah, that's how we roll). It turns out to be an excellent opportunity for hazing (does that make me a bitter single girl?). When we walked into the store we stopped to admire some huge beautiful orchids. There was a guy digging through the candy. You could smell the desperation. We suggested that he bring her flowers instead of candy. He looked up with fear in his eyes - "I don't know what kind of flowers she likes." How long have you been married? "7 years." We asked what his big plans were for the night. "Uh, nothing - my wife's going to cook." Mr. Romance!
There was only one check-out line open so we ended up right behind him. We giggled at his choices. Even the checkout lady laughed at him. On the way out he said, sheepishly: "Hope your Valentine's Day is better than my wife's." I tossed back, wolfishly: "It couldn't be worse!"
As my friend Debbie says, "I'm so mean, I'm going to hell." And I always reply: "that's where all the fun people are."
