Saturday, February 11, 2006

Hearts and flowers

Found another lovely VD site courtesy of Mr. Sun. Kinda makes you all weepy, huh?


Anonymous Anonymous said...

I brings a tear to my eye. Rather like VD itself.

Somethign to do with the strain of getting my wallet out.

February 11, 2006 at 3:08 p.m.  
Anonymous TC said... in Very Dear!

February 11, 2006 at 3:44 p.m.  
Blogger Anna said...

Death to Valentines Day!


February 11, 2006 at 4:17 p.m.  
Blogger merlinprincesse said...

Yep! Death to that damn day!

February 11, 2006 at 5:03 p.m.  
Anonymous Ricardipus, ooo, cynical said...

...and if my door *does* hit you in the ass, *don't* show me the bruise. Nobody needs to see that crap.

Happy V-Day all. Not.

February 11, 2006 at 10:12 p.m.  
Blogger Mr. Fabulous said...

Valentines Day is evil! Evil!

February 11, 2006 at 10:23 p.m.  
Blogger The Wrath of Dawn said...

Mwa ha! Ricardipus gave me the message to put on that anti-valentine when i send it!

February 12, 2006 at 12:31 a.m.  
Blogger Ivy the Goober said...

I love it! And where can I get a sack of those candy hearts? You've captured the real meaning of VD. For me, anyway!

February 12, 2006 at 7:56 a.m.  
Anonymous Ricardipus, cold said...

Hey Wrathful one, just hoping you don't get too clobbered by all that snow that's coming your way...

February 12, 2006 at 11:38 p.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oooh! You're getting a nice golden brown crust on your blog now...

nearly baked then!

There's a badger story in today's metro BTW. Will scan and send tonight.

February 13, 2006 at 6:27 a.m.  
Blogger Misty said...

Oh hurrah! After a whole weekend of trying to open that page, success at last!
Brilliant btw :-D

February 13, 2006 at 7:29 a.m.  
Blogger The Wrath of Dawn said...

Thanks, R. Spent over two hours shovelling Saturday, then another hour moving the rain-soaked sludge from my driveway that the plow left. Why does it always rain after a big snow storm? That's just cruel!

gw - Will look forward to badger news!

misty - The badcupid site? It probably had too many people trying to access it. Bah. Humbug. And redrum.

February 13, 2006 at 10:08 a.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Doctor Dave had slept with one of his patients and felt guilty all day long. No matter how much he tried to forget about it, he couldn't. The guilt and sense of betrayal were overwhelming.

But every now and then he'd hear an internal reassuring voice in his head that said:

"Dave, don't worry about it. You aren't the first medical practitioner to sleep with one of their patients and you won't be the last. And you're single. Just let it go."

But invariably another voice in his head would bring him back to reality.



Dave........'re a vet.

February 14, 2006 at 10:16 a.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Just had an idea for a VD marketing / manufacturing opportunity.

Heart shaped buckets.

February 14, 2006 at 11:22 a.m.  
Blogger The Wrath of Dawn said...

Fnarr, snicker and heart-shaped buckets of laughter!

February 14, 2006 at 2:11 p.m.  

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