dirty, secret valentine
So ... I came home on Friday night to find *this* on the front step. Uh-huh.
"Is there anything you'd like to tell me?" I asked C.
She acted confused. "What are you talking about?"
I produced the note. "Who's Ivan?" I demanded. "Is this what he calls you, his 'Talking Computer'? Is that his pet name for you?"
C read the note and laughed. Laughed! Another Valentine's Day ruined. Ruined! Damn you, Ivan! Focus!
aw i wish i found random notes on my doorstep :) then again knowing my luck...maybe not lol
ReplyDeletestrange, must be a missing part of an important story.
ReplyDeleteEven funnier, the Russian student of mine who dropped by the house a few days ago to sell me a sheepskin is named...you guessed it...Ivan.
ReplyDeleteI'd like to know a little more about the Habit Remover Ivan's building!
ReplyDeleteMaybe its your muse playing with your head
ReplyDeleteromance is not dead.
ReplyDeletehow come you always find the good stuff?
ReplyDeleteSusan, more to the point, why is he picking up and examining garbage?
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