Friday night Mike and I had an uber-romantic fancy dinner at a local restaurant. We love good food, but we also love wearing jeans and thankfully this place encouraged both. Last night I was lucky enough to have a girl's night with some great friends, although we saw Dear John, which might be the worst movie I've seen in a year's time. Although, in true Nicholas Sparks fashion, I laughed at the absurdity of 95% of it while bawling through the other 5%. Damn you, Sparks. Tonight we're cooking dinner and dessert, then watching The Amazing Race. (Then I'm shredding for like four straight hours.)
No one really needs a date on the calendar to remind them to be nice
to those they're fond of, but I'm in the "sure can't hurt" camp. And
not just who you share debt with, but also your friends, your cousins,
your parents. Valentine's is all-encompassing, even if Hallmark wants
to convince you otherwise. So, whoever you like a whole lot, tell them
today. And tomorrow. And every day.
But, come on, a day that encourages chocolate consumption? Who can't support a day like that?
Kyle says "eat dessert!" today.