So this morning, as I arrived at Sara's apartment complex to get Ben ready for school, there were employees from the complex out at the entryway handing out complimentary Valentine's Day breakfast bags. Cute little purple and red gift bags, covered with hearts, containing a juice box, a bagel, a small thing of cream cheese, and a muffin.
All I could think, though, was that it was the wrong day. Shouldn't they have been handing out hockey masks and bloody knives to celebrate Friday the 13th?
All I could think, though, was that it was the wrong day. Shouldn't they have been handing out hockey masks and bloody knives to celebrate Friday the 13th?