Embrasse/Embarass

I’m sitting in my office, working on my syllabus, when a group of people come into the outer reception area (which I can’t see from here).  They start talking to our receptionist, and I’m barely listening, when I hear what sounds like a harmonica (but turns out to be a pitch pipe).  They start singing to her in four-part harmony, and everyone in our office is instantly in the hallway.  Her husband sent a singing Valentine – they were dressed in tuxes, had a single pale pink rose, the whole nine yards.

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Adorable. (And yes, I still hate Valentine’s Day.)

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