This could easily be the least romantic Valentine's Day of my life. Well, aside from the ones I spent totally depressed and alone. I have to read a novel for class tomorrow and it's taking 900 years to figure out the mess students have made of sending their papers electronically (soooo annoying!) and I've been a grading fool all weekend. Nobody, except for me, was excited about the heart-shaped banana pancakes I got up early to make before church. Plus, the restaurant where we had dinner was inexplicably out of peach cobbler (is this the south or what?).
Here's what saved it: 1) the strawberry shortcake I was forced to order was totally fabulous; 2) The Baby Boy actually announced that he had to use the potty before he wet himself; 3) The Babydoll insisted on having Hubby take her to the store to get a "heart (shaped) box of chocolate" for me. Remember that she hates chocolate? But she knows that I adore it. I promise to recall this moment in a decade or so when I want to strangle her for being a defiant, annoying teenager.
All in all, what do I have to complain about? It's a lovely day!
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