I wish we could take cameras in to work. I don't know why we can't. I mean, it's not like we have any big secrets or anything. They just don't want us taking pictures inside the plant. Still, I would have loved to have captured the expressions on TK and The Other Rod's faces when I gave them their hats.
Vanessa got there first, since she comes in at 6 with me. She gushed appropriately over her hat and cookies. I took the little bear --who has finally been bestowed with a moniker, which I'll tell you about in a minute-- also, and she thought he was so cute. I was afraid for a moment that I'd have to give him to her, but no, he came back home with me.
He caused quite a stir among the guys. TK wanted to know who he was for. The Other Rod wanted to know who he was from. Marcus also wanted to know who he was from, and I just replied, "From someone who thought enough of me to get me a Valentine, which is more than I can say for you!" To which Marcus just ducked his head and went back to work. What more could he say? I wish I'd thought of that when The Other Rod asked. I'd have told him that, too.
The little feller's name is Desmond Anthony Barber II, but I call him Kenny for short. Now you may be wondering how I got Kenny out of Desmond Anthony Barber II. Well, I'll tell you...that's just how my mind works.
Ah, but I digress...
I gave TK his hat and little pack of cookies next, and he asked, "is this for me?" I replied in the affirmative, and he just kind of gruffly said, "appreciate it", but he couldn't quite hide the smile that crept over his face.
Then The Other Rod came in, and true to form, he was wearing a red shirt. I gave him his hat and said, "I made this one for you, because I know you like red." He, like TK, just said, "appreciate it" but he couldn't hide his smile either.
I hope they really liked them, and weren't just being polite.
Oh and for the record:
Desmond--Desmond (Dez) Bryant
Anthony-- Tony Romo (whose real name is Antonio, but I like Anthony better)
Barber--Marion Barber (how can I celebrate a day of love without mentioning him?)
II--Felix Jones II
Later, I left work early, I told The Other Rod and TK that I had a hot date, but really I was going to the dentist. One of my FB friends told me to go back tomorrow and tell them that I got drilled. That's a great idea. I think I'll do that. As I was walking out the door, Brian asked me where I was going. When I told him I had a hot date, he said, "It had better be with me!"
Yes, Former Group Leader Rod got some cookies, too. He asked what kind they were, and I said, "What kind do you think?"
He said, "They look like peanut butter." I replied, "Exactly! I know what you like." So Former Group Leader Rod was happy, too.
Seems everyone was happy today, except me. Some years, I do OK on Valentine's Day. Other years, it's a very hard day for me. This has been a difficult year.
Oh, I put on my brave face and smiled through work. I put on my brave face and smiled through my dentist appointment --as much as one can smile through a dentist appointment, that is. I laughed, and joked with Vanessa and the guys, but my heart wasn't in it.
Now, this agonizingly long day is finally, blessedly over. And I'm going to bed.
To dream of love--or as is more likely, dinosaurs, zombies, terrorists, or pedicurists. Such is my life, and my sleep.