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Whenever I don't have a Valentine, my dad is my Valentine. I think it's pretty funny, so I decided to exploit the humor of the situation by making him a card:
and getting him chocolates that said "For My MAN!"
Normally I don't care if its Valentine's Day or not. But since there was school that day I had to wear pink or red for the kids who were having a contest. Walking into that classroom, there was so much pink and red I felt like I was inside someone's intestines. They were all hyped up on chocolate and sugar.
They made me Valentines and gave my little hearts.
I think I'm actually starting to care about my kids.
Like maybe I don;t hate them so much, even if i I roll my eyes with arms crossed while i have to listen to the 30-minute long story about how their cat almost died because it fell asleep next to the heater. (Since then, I have employed a "ten minute storytelling limit" in the classroom.)
After work my dad decided to take his 2 of his daughters out to dinner, as the 3rd daughter had mysteriously dissapeared for the night. George and Mike joined us.
<---"Why do you always take a picture of me paying the bill. Stop it now."
My friends love my dad, a.k.a. "big Joe Callahan". My dad is hysterical. He was bitching about how cashiers at the grocery store have gigantic overdone nails and don't pay attention, chit chatting about what they did over the weekend or how fat Britney Spears is getting. George decided to make this a "how offensive can I be" contest. Let:s see this conversation that took place, followed by a horrible silence:
Mike: I will be in Chicago for a week, so you guys can apartment sit for me. But I better not come back to anything I don't want to see.
George: Don't worry Mike, we wont turn your apartment into a makeshift abortion clinic.
Then George decided to whip out his flask infront of my dad and took his drink to the men's room. Later, George will talk about: possibly working for the Russian mafia, how he got arrested for pissing on the subway and how ironic it is that his midemeanor court date is on the same day he gets his LSATS results. God he's great.
<--Wearing "THE SWEATER"
We went back to Mike's place and smoked. Colombo started juggling in his snow hat, which he does often when he gets fucked up.
We talked about the people we never got over, and probably never will. (I do miss you.)
Then the four of us went outside on the streets of Brooklyn and started a major snowball fight.
Me and Colombo had ammo lined up.
Random strangers were joining us. One guy was dressed completely in black, it was really shady, but he was such a good shot it took all my attention just to dodge his snowballs.
Walking home with George, covered in snow, I realized that I had spent Valentine's Day with the loves of my life: my friends. Copyright Jane Callahan 2006
and getting him chocolates that said "For My MAN!"
Normally I don't care if its Valentine's Day or not. But since there was school that day I had to wear pink or red for the kids who were having a contest. Walking into that classroom, there was so much pink and red I felt like I was inside someone's intestines. They were all hyped up on chocolate and sugar.
They made me Valentines and gave my little hearts.
I think I'm actually starting to care about my kids.
Like maybe I don;t hate them so much, even if i I roll my eyes with arms crossed while i have to listen to the 30-minute long story about how their cat almost died because it fell asleep next to the heater. (Since then, I have employed a "ten minute storytelling limit" in the classroom.)
After work my dad decided to take his 2 of his daughters out to dinner, as the 3rd daughter had mysteriously dissapeared for the night. George and Mike joined us.
<---"Why do you always take a picture of me paying the bill. Stop it now."
My friends love my dad, a.k.a. "big Joe Callahan". My dad is hysterical. He was bitching about how cashiers at the grocery store have gigantic overdone nails and don't pay attention, chit chatting about what they did over the weekend or how fat Britney Spears is getting. George decided to make this a "how offensive can I be" contest. Let:s see this conversation that took place, followed by a horrible silence:
Mike: I will be in Chicago for a week, so you guys can apartment sit for me. But I better not come back to anything I don't want to see.
George: Don't worry Mike, we wont turn your apartment into a makeshift abortion clinic.
Then George decided to whip out his flask infront of my dad and took his drink to the men's room. Later, George will talk about: possibly working for the Russian mafia, how he got arrested for pissing on the subway and how ironic it is that his midemeanor court date is on the same day he gets his LSATS results. God he's great.
<--Wearing "THE SWEATER"
We went back to Mike's place and smoked. Colombo started juggling in his snow hat, which he does often when he gets fucked up.
We talked about the people we never got over, and probably never will. (I do miss you.)
Then the four of us went outside on the streets of Brooklyn and started a major snowball fight.
Me and Colombo had ammo lined up.
Random strangers were joining us. One guy was dressed completely in black, it was really shady, but he was such a good shot it took all my attention just to dodge his snowballs.
Walking home with George, covered in snow, I realized that I had spent Valentine's Day with the loves of my life: my friends. Copyright Jane Callahan 2006