Oh Valentino, Oh My
Oh Valentine's. I swore upon my life the last few weeks that every Wednesday would be Pink Shirt Wednesday since Mondays didn't work for me. So I was very good at it the last few weeks. You can already see where this is going, don't you. I am freakin' predictable, aren't I.
So I wear all brown.
How horrible is that. And to top it off, I have a pink shirt at work, but it clashes so horribly with my pants I can't do it. I wear a pink flower instead. Sad.
At any rate, Happy Valentine's day to my special Voodoo Babies all over the world. How I love you so. And for those of you who are in love, yippee. For those of you who aren't, well, goody for you. No traps, no forced dinners (Mango and I had chinese food at the kitchen table. I snacked on left over biscuits from KFC. That's sexy Valentine's Day at Chez Voodoo.
Poetry writing is going well. Some nights I'll crank out 3, some only 1. Some nights, no lie, only ZERO. But I don't know if I'll bust out 50, but at the very least I'll have poems I'm happy with, right?
I have a special token of love for you all, something that I hope will make you laugh or maybe not, but at the very least, check it out. Comments in the comments. You know the drill.
Voodoo (V is for Valentine's and D is for Day, snark)