Ah, Valentine’s Day. A day of either forced affection or rampant bitterness.
Me? I’m on the fence. I don’t necessarily think that hearts, chocolate, flowers, or crowded restaurants scream “I love you!” But I am also a girl, so I’m a sucker for romantic gestures. Like the tulips the hubs surprised me with.
So today I will straddle the fence and share with you my recent loves and loathes:
Cheer: veggies—I’ve come to the conclusion that you’re unAmerican if you don’t like veggies. And fruit, for that matter.
Jeer: Nate-stache—Like their song, what the fuck. Nate, stop that. Gross.
Cheer: running mama—Darnell got us matching shirts as my STR50K finisher award. She’s the best.
Jeer: weather—Polar Vortex or not, the weather needs to make up its damn mind. None of this snow one day, 60 degrees the next shit.
Cheer: mac & cheese—Yes, I have mentioned the same meal in three different posts. It’s that important.
Jeer: Miami—So the Sylvans both invaded Miami on business trips, but missed each other by less than 24 hours. It’s because Miami couldn’t handle the both of us at one time.
Cheer: Essie Style Hunter—Obsessed with this new color. It just screams “Valentine’s Day!”
Jeer: Frizzy hair—When flying out of BHM, TSA pulled me aside to search my hair because it was too puffy to register on their naked body scanner machine. And then I was in the land of 1000% humidity. Time for a haircut.
Cheer: right arm—Hooray, the guns are starting to come out to play!
Jeer: left arm—This arm gets the exact same workouts. Wut.