And unless they magically show up at my house compliments of the Sock Fairy, or someone else that hates me, I will not be spending my money on them. I would much rather my cash go to something a bit less horrible, just a Justin Beiber CD. *my stomach just turned at the thought -UGH.
Am I a bit snarky when it comes to this? FUCK YES I AM.
Look. No offense to the happy little people buzzing around me with joy and crap in their hearts. If that works for you--by all means, you have at it. You dress in all red on the 14th and show up with socks that have hearts and whatnot all over them. When I walk past your cube on that day and you make me look at the flowers your husband sent you, I will smile and do my best not to puke on your computer.
But do not make me try and get all geeked out about this date. Ok? I have tried to do it in the past and at this point I am too bitter and cold. Oh yeah...you betchya...I said it...I am cold! Cold hearted and bitchy.
*insert angry Tamara face.
I will make you a deal, happy co worker of mine, you stay away from me with all your joy and bewilderment about my not owning Valentines Day socks and I will not slip Draino in your flowers when you go to lunch.
Do we have a deal?
Heavysigh
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| PS...I kinda want these socks |
Deal. I won't wear my sexy red dress and heart leggings.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kev! I knew I could count on you.
ReplyDeleteP.S....your flowers will be safe...this year!