Today I left my house and got pooped on by a bird. I then got in my car to drive to work and ran over what I thought was a small child. Thankfully it was a stuffed animal toy. This caused me to swerve into someone’s front lawn and get stuck in the mud. The owner of the house happened to be in his driveway and helped push my car to safety. I apologized profusely and he said “No worries baby, this is New Orleans, mud happens…” I smiled at that and got to work in a good mood. Until I entered our front lobby and saw all the Valentine deliveries waiting to be picked up by their recipiants. Balloons, chocolate, teddy bears, gift boxes, soaps, Flowers, etc. For a split second I thought MAYBE just maybe one was for me. No chance. For another split second I felt sorry for myself. Only for a second. Then I realized all these couplelards and co-workers will feel bad for me and GIVE me some of the chocolate! It worked! And they did. So, I ended up getting some chocolate anyways. And my dad sent me a card with a check in it. Now I can buy my own chocolate. And I’m not sharing.
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