It’s Valentine’s week and… brace yourselves… but I think I’m sort of excited about it. I know. Who is this person? Because I sure as bells don’t know her. The only reasoning I can come up with is that somewhere over the last three years of publicly mocking and berating this holiday on this very blog, I sort of developed a soft spot for all of the hearts and pink and red and love mush. What can I say? I didn’t see it coming. I guess what they say is true, when you least expect it…
The roomies and I are hosting our annual Galentine’s Day Party with all of our favorite single gals (or semi-single gals or boyfriended-but-boyfriend-is-out-of-Valentine’s-range gals) and let me tell you, this is a coveted invitation. There’s major buzz. I have even heard from a few ladies in Savannah who do in fact have steady beau’s in their lives, that they would rather abandon their men folk in favor of ringing in the Boo Year with us.
These are the invitations. I made them. Not gonna lie. I think I’m pretty funny.
You wish you could come, don’t you? It’s ok. Break up with your boyfriend, and we’ll talk next year.
Anyway, to round out today’s post, I leave you with kid’s talking about Valentine’s Day. It’s dangerously close to exceeding the amount of cuteness that I allow myself to intake per day, but there are no kittens or elderly people or slow loris’ so, it just makes the cut.