Be Mine

Waited a half hour in Li-Lac, conveniently located across the street from my place, to buy D.J. a Valentine treat, because I ate her chocolate heart lollipop last night, which I'd already queued up for the week before. This time, I bought pretty little milk chocolate cups with pink hearts on top, had them sealed in a box, and then wrapped in heart paper and tied with a bow, mostly so I could not get to them. (Okay, so I bought myself some foil-covered chocolate hearts.)

Admitted my crime to the Li-Lac salesperson, and she said she does that all the time. Yada, yada, we got to talking about kids, yada, yada—thousands of people crammed in that store getting irked at us—and turns out, her boy's middle school is edgy, too, and someone else's kid was saying at his school, the kids were basically having sex on the Valentine's Day dance floor.

D.J. is now apparently the object of affection of two boys at her school. Seventh graders, to boot. I wonder if she still doesn't want to go to the GVMS V-Day Ball.