The term “under the bus” became popular when the Obama Healthcare plan was passed last year. The theory was that Grandma (the little sweetheart with curly gray hair) was going to be denied healthcare as she got older and might die pre-maturely as a result. Hence the term, “we are throwing Grandma under the bus”.
I was thrown under the bus yesterday. The love of my life was exercising with friends. The discussion revolved around Valentine’s Day. One lady mentioned she got a “chocolate diamond” from her sweetie. I’m sure there was enough jealousy to go around. Your Mom was asked what she received for Valentine’s Day. Her “matter of fact” response was “a plant”. A plant? A plant! In comparison, a plant doesn’t sound very romantic. Needless to say your Mom threw her sweetie “under the bus”. I was never so embarassed. Do you know what that did to my feelings? I must say I got her beautiful purple flowers that will continue to give off fragrance and color for a long time. Along with that, your Mom got a special card. My gift isn’t measured in dollars and cents.
The truth is that each Valentine’s Day, your Mom and I talk about not spending money. We buy enough things during the year. Of course that is a trap. Women lie. They tell you they don’t want anything but that is “double speak” for “you better get me something”.
I crawled under the bus to eat the last of the 4 chocolate covered strawberries your Mom got me for Valentines Day.
I’m headed to Madison for teacher’s conferences. Teachers aren’t in town today, They are all at the Capital Building. It seems like a long way for me to go for a conference.
While in Madison, I thought I would talk to several State Senators and State Assemblymen about local issues that concern me. It looks like I’ll have to drive to Illinois because all Democratic representatives are vacationing “out of state”. Again it seems like Illinois is a long way to go to voice my opinion to people I can’t find.
I understand there will be beer and brats served at the Capital today.
Stay warm.
Love,
Dad