Happy Freakin’ Valentine’s Day

14 02 2010

Mrs. Poopmonster didn’t look impressed by Mr. Squishy’s homemade paper heart.  He had thought it was sweet and old-fashioned, getting out the red construction paper and making his own Valentine.  Something behind Mrs. Poopmonster’s eyes said that she had expected roses, or chocolates, or diamonds, or all three.  She’d never said she wanted those things before; how was he supposed to know what she wanted?  Great.  He was probably supposed to take her for a meal, too, and there was no way he was going to get a dinner reservation this late in the game.

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