Wednesday, February 14, 2007
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Happy Valentine's day to everyone, by the way. Tonight I am all aglow because I wrote pretty well over my secret minimum and it's not all that late. I'm going to bed as soon as I finish up this post. I'm exhausted.
Sigh.
Word count so far:
35,160Curmudgeon mode: when I was a kid, at school you were not obligated to give Valentines to anyone you didn't like. Horrible. Some kids didn't get any, and it was just so mean. So it's much better now that in primary school you have to do no one or everyone. But the last two years my son has come home with a bag of full of candy. It's bad enough most Valentines for kids are el cheapo tiny flimsy TV-tied in single sheets of paper hardly the size of maybe two postage stamps, but now it's a candy haul holiday? That's ridiculous. For Valentine's, we buy cards, real cards of real size with envelopes and everything and I make my son write Happy Valentine's Day inside and sign his name. Because, in fact, Valentine's is about giving of yourself to others. So that maybe, just maybe, when he has a girlfriend he will without thinking about it, actually do more than something crassly commercial for her. He will think to himself that Valentine's cards are supposed to be special, and maybe take a little work.
Me. Bed. Now.
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