Valentine memories

Last Valentine’s Day, hubby and I repressed the urge to go out and celebrate. We decided that we finally had enough of being stuck in traffic to get to our restaurant of choice for Valentine’s Day.

Though I had been determined to ignore Valentine’s Day, I had been stricken with guilt the night before, when hubby came home late after being stuck for hours in Makati traffic, with a bouquet of Ecuadorian roses for me, and three pretty long-stemmed roses for our 11-year-old.  If my busy, harassed significant other could go sappy, so could I.

Early morning blues

It’s 5 a.m. and I wake my daughter so she can have enough time for breakfast and to get herself ready before the shuttle service arrives to take her to school.

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She groans and snuggles deeper into the covers. I tug at the blanket. “C’mon darling. Time to get up.”

It’s getting harder and harder to rouse my daughter these days. She is now at the stage where she wishes she didn’t have to go to school.

This gravy thing

Why do I get charged for extra gravy when I do takeout at a popular fast food chain?

I fail to see why I should pay…

• for something I would get for free had I eaten at the fast food restaurant;
• when I actually free up space for one more set of paying customers; 
• when I save their personnel the time and effort to clear my table of foodstuff and clean it;
• when I do not require additional waiting services like the provision of water and yes, extra gravy; and 
• when I save them the set of utensils my family and I would have used had we chosen to eat inside the fast food area

WHY???