Happy National Singles Awareness Day
This is what I call Valentine’s Day. National Singles Awareness Day. As much as I would love to say I thought that up all on my my own, I did not. But that doesn’t mean I can’t make a wise-ass post out of it.
One week from tomorrow is N.S.A.D. That means all the married/coupled women in my office will receive huge bouquets of flowers and singing heart telegrams (one can only hope for such embarrassment to rain down on their big fat freakin ray of sunshine), and all the men will look hopeful in anticipation of getting some that night.
Me? I have a soccer game. And that is all. It’s co-ed soccer… maybe I can kick some cute guy in the crotch and then take him home with me under the promise of “I’ll make it all better.” Ha. I almost choked on my own evil brilliance.
For those people too busy to celebrate N.S.A.D. on the proper day will postpone the festivities until Friday night. I will be recovering from Lasik eye surgery, only to wake up the next morning to.. my dog licking my face. Although I am very happy about the idea of being able to see like a normal person (i.e. not have to squint and pull my alarm clock with extra-large numbers closer to my face like a goddamn moron), it is times like this when I wish I had something nice to look at when I wake up in the morning. Other than two slobbery dogs, one of whom will probably be standing right on top of my boob. This is the only action my right boob has gotten in weeks.








