Survived another "Singles Awareness Day," aka Valentine's. Started out at 5 a.m. with the nice retarded man at the gym wishing me a Happy Valentine's Day and telling me how beautiful I was (which, I can assure you, I am NOT at 5 a.m.), then got a cheesy-yet-awesome "You're grrrrrreat!" valentine complete with Laffy Taffy from a co-worker, and ended with coffee with my preggo bestie and a cake decorating class. Could have been a LOT worse, peeps.
my best valentine's day EVER was when a friend and i went to a shooting range, unloaded a box of bullets each, and then had queso and margaritas. perfection.
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