Today was February 14th. Everyone knows what day that is and the candy/flower/card industry promotes it to it's fullest. Mine went like this:
Jay phoned me this morning and when I answered he said, "Happy Birthday."
I said, "Thank you."
We both know it isn't my birthday.
He asked me, "How old are you now?"
I said, "I'm still 56. It didn't change today."
"Then it really is a good birthday, isn't it?"
How do you argue with that?
When I came home from work there was a box of flowers on the porch. I let myself in, opened the box and put the flowers in a vase with water. I called Jay and said,
"Someone left a box of flowers on the porch."
He said, "It must have been that Fed-Ex guy. He keeps doing that."
"The Fed-Ex guy?"
"Yeah, him."
I asked, "You sure?"
"Yeah."
I said, "Well, he left a card with the flowers that says he loves me."
He said, "Oh! No wonder he keeps leaving things on the porch."
I didn't argue with that either.
Aren't these manufactured holidays fun?
TT
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