Driving home from printing homemade Valentines and Nels receives a call. On his phone. He is the Grand High Mayor of Cutetown when he answers his phone, seriously, call him sometime. Anyway he’s talking and Ralph and I cut eyes at one another. We listen in. It’s the girl he’d asked to be his Valentine. She’s enthusiastic. She agrees. They arrange a meetup in the neighborhood tomorrow to give one another gifts. He casually pops off the phone, smiling, in the catbird seat. Casual but pleased.
I FELL OUT
I MEAN I FIGURATIVELY DIED ON THE SPOT
Valentine’s, this year. To Ralph, from me:
For Phoenix, from Phoenix, because she didn’t have the courage to ask anyone to be her Valentine:
From Nels, to his little lady, because they play Mario together:
I have a few more up my sleeve I’m sending out tomorrow. I’m making chicken croquettes for dinner as is our tradition on Valentine’s Day… a weird tradition because I started it up on a whim kind of and I don’t even know if Ralph likes them all that much. The kids do, though!
(check my Flickrstream for past Valentine’s Day shenanigans… a very fun trip down memory lane for me.)