It’s the wee things in life…
…that really do impress the bajesus out of me.
I know, I know: Hallmark Holiday, corporate cash grab, blah, blah blah. Whatever. I don’t see any harm in being a little extra smooshy & romantical when you still treat each other well the other 364 days out of the year.
It’s one thing to be lonely on Valentine’s Day. We’ve all been there. Hell, we’ve all made visits or even set up stakes in BitterTown at one time or another. But being a hater is another thing entirely. Haters should probably have stopped reading a few sentences back. If not, I can’t be held responsible for the sugary sweet sentiments expressed from here on in. Actually, yes I can. But I don’t really care. It’s my blog (see how that works?)
So, in the words of the ever-brilliant The Oatmeal: “Less complaining. More sexy rumpus.”
You understand, yes, why I had no choice but to marry this man? I love you, LX.
Hope everyone else was feelin’ the love yesterday!
If this isn’t love, then I don’t know what is.