V-Day at work is always fun. It's like the rose parade... complete with snarkiness. All day there have been flowers delivered to various coworkers, each sizing up the new bouquet with the last. It started off with a HUGE basket filled with over three dozen roses and humongous "I Love You" heart shaped balloons. The women were salivating. Anyone who DIDN'T get flowers got the 'do you want one of mine?' comments. Yeah, like that will make it better. Each year I tell myself (and Jake) that I don't want flowers, and each year I wish I would have said otherwise. Then again, it would be nicer to get flowers on any other day just to feel special. Yes, it's snobby. Yes, I fully admit to wanting to partake in that 'in your face' smugness that comes along with getting something special at work. Next year I'm taking out a loan and buying myself flowers. :p

PS: I wrote this while high on pink, red and white M-&-Ms.

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