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Good morning and welcome to Summit Up, the world’s only daily column that must not be happy or successful in its career, because we aren’t wearing our bunny slippers.Among the more curious faxed and e-mailed PR crap we’ve received lately is this item from Wealth Promotion, which bills itself as an event and promotion company (which you never would have guessed from the name, huh?). They wanted us to know (and to let you know, too, apparently) that they have founded National Work-in-Your-Bunny-Slippers-Day.We know all our readers are really looking forward to Valentine’s Day, if only to have an excuse to break out the edible underwear. We encourage you to dig deeper into your closet, though, and join in what will undoubtedly become the next national holiday rage. Come Feb. 18, we expect all of Summit Up Land to be shod in fuzzy pink.Really, if you want to be a millionaire, you pretty much have to.”National Work-in-Your-Bunny-Slippers-Day celebrates entrepreneurs and small business owners who embrace the entrepreneurial lifestyle amassing millions of dollars in wealth every year working from home-based businesses in their ‘bunny slippers,'” the press release says.And we thought they were just freaks.***Kelly went to the Loaf ‘N’ Jug in Breck to fill up the tank. Only she realized that, as cold as it was Wednesday morning, her gas tank lid had been frozen shut. This Angel Alert!! Angel Alert!! goes out to “the super-nice man who works for Gregory Door and Window” that helped her get her gas tank open.***Here’s something that ought to get the ladies in the mood. Or something. Phil sent us a poem entitled, “Happy Valentine’s Day,” and he dedicated it to all the women of Summit Up Land:The green grass growsjust to tickle your toesthe sun shines brightand the stars twinkle at nightwhile the whole world smells like a roseA grin leads to laughing the sweet sunshine splashinglighting life with delightat morning’s mere sightbringing day, alive and inspiringHear it beating, your heartglimpsing nature’s grand arte’er deepens dulcet joycoursing like hyper young boyand e’en sorrow is tastily tartSharp intake of airaccompanies pulse’s swift flairrush, running across fieldmaking the earth yieldand accept of your energy a shareThe shining of mom’s eyethe bright blue of the skysuch happiness bringthat of truth it does ringthat heaven’s always surprisingly nighOn this Valentine’s DayI would just like to sayI’m sending fond wishesmay your joy be like loaves or fishesmay smiles on your lips forever stay.***It’s Saturday, and the dance of the day is the watusi. Let’s see you shake it. If you need instructions, contact us at, fax at (970) 668-0755 or just sing a little Wilson Pickett on the voicemail at (970) 668-3998, ext. 237.We’re out sliding on the snow in our fuzzy, pink bunny slippers …

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