My Facebook mini feed has been annihilated with comments and pictures regarding the Valentine's Day holiday. These posts can be classified into three categories: the oh, I'm so in love, the bitter which are also categorized as Hallmark Haters, and those who pretend to be indifferent. We all know it's not exactly a real holiday, but it's another reason to celebrate something and I'm ok with that. If you're in love, good for you. If not, good for you. Now go eat some chocolate and let everyone be happy.
I'm celebrating the occasion with a dinner at my friend's house followed by a Star Wars screening. I had big intentions of making single serving pies for the guys, but somehow it's already the 14th and I haven't bought the ingredients. I also don't have time, which is a common theme in my life lately. Although it appears that I'm complaining about this, it's pretty great. Keeping busy keeps my mind off of things and that's always good.
This past weekend I made a last minute trip to Nashville to visit a friend. It was a good time of exploration and I'm glad I made the trip down. The weekend went quick and I returned to a messy kitchen and more laundry than I remembered leaving behind. No more weekend adventures for a while. Well, until the 24th when the girls and I venture down to a Nashville. I'm eager to get in 48+ hours of non-stop girl time. When I start saying dude and man at the end of my sentences I know I've been around the boys too much.
Also, while typing this I was reheating some homemade potato wedges in the oven. Of course I forgot about them and was greeted by billowing smoke from the oven door. Oops.
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