My friend Bert brought me Schuberts for Valentine's Day.
If you are from Chico, California, or the surrounding areas, you understand what that means.
That means that Bert and I are now married.
Bert! Don't run away, Bert! Come back; I was only joking! maybe
Consider the box. Such a sweet little gold box.
I won't open the box. Should I open the box?
I had to open the box. Wow, four chocolates! Just one to tide me over.
And now there are three. The balance is off.
So, I'm pretty sure I'll save the other two for Smedley and Sparky at home.
No I won't.
Only one left. The hairy one.
Saving the hairy one for later.
Aw, crud.
Maybe there's one hiding there that I missed . . .
Nope.
Is it later yet? I think it's later . . .
It was a goner. Alrighty then . . . I dun' feel so good.
Now what'll I eat?
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Thanks so much, Bert! Happy Valentine's Day! (urp)
-- Laurie









I need a bert in my life!
Posted by: imom | February 15, 2009 at 08:40 AM
Aww...sweet...and funny...
Happy V-Day!
Shade and Sweetwater,
K
Posted by: Kyddryn | February 14, 2009 at 06:02 PM
Oooh. You know, I received a bunch of Godiva truffles for Christmas. They didn't last 2 days.
I. . . can't. . . resist. . .
YUM.
Posted by: Kit | February 14, 2009 at 04:53 PM
I spent an inordinate amount of time trying to read your coffee mug.
I need help.
clearly.
Posted by: The Glamorous Life | February 14, 2009 at 04:28 PM
I thought ..... the way .... to .. a ... MAN'S heart .. was through .. his ...stomach.
Who knew?
(man, if I'd only known this when I was DATING)
Posted by: Bob Cleveland | February 14, 2009 at 02:31 PM