I don’t know what’s up with the mom’s in Texas – maybe someone could explain it to me. My friend from Houston just sent me this picture of a Valentine iPod. At first I thought it was a real iPod and concluded that you crazy Texans have too much money. But it is worse. This cute replica is hand-made by wrapping a box of Sweethearts in paper, attaching string and Hershey’s kisses for earplugs, and adding controls and a love song play list to make it complete.
Who is this super woman? Does she fly and see though walls too?
Here, on the other hand, is Dalai Daniel’s Valentines. Please note that I couldn’t endure the complaining and body thrashing that would have accompanied making this child hand write his name 25 times. Furthermore, I was quite comfortable with my dismal formatting job and felt confident that 6-year-olds wouldn’t catch the lost H and L. The gist was in the gummy hearts.
I like to blame everything I can’t accomplish on having four kids. I was ready to forgive my Valentines inadequacies and pat myself on the back for the ingenious use of my leftover address labels, when I read my friends second email.
Super Woman made the iPod Valentines for her youngest of 4 children.
Well, at least my candy doesn’t taste like dried up denture cream.
Dalai Lina 