Swiping the credit card and grande margaritas are all it takes

I called my mom last night to wish her a happy Valentine's Day. She asked what was going on with me and I actually said, "Not much." Which was odd since I actually spent the afternoon attending a funeral on Valentine's Day. Which sucked by the way. The funeral on Valentine's Day thing. It was for a coworker. Sweet and friendly and one of the hardest working people you'd ever meet. She died before her time under very sad circumstances. It was sad all the way around. It's difficult to imagine a worse way to spend the afternoon on Valentine's Day.

Instead of going back to work and pretending to be productive, I went home instead. Not because I'm against being productive. I just didn't feel like it. I did however feel like laying in bed under my snuggly comforter watching Big Brother. Then my husband took me to Sam's and bought me flowers. He says the flowers count as a present because he was the one that swiped the credit card through the machine. His insanity must be rubbing off on me because I'm actually starting to embrace this theory.

The margarita he bought me over dinner probably didn't hurt either. And when the waitress asked what size margarita, he even knew to insist on the grande. He's a "you only live once" kind of guy like that. I'm glad I'm the girl he's only living once with. I made him this card with my own two little hands just to tell him so:

Inside I wrote some sappy crap. You know, like how even bad days are better just knowing we're in it together. Because they are.

I also left these flowers in the newest 4 year old's bedroom for her to find when she woke up:

She was very pleased with them. Once I took her back into her bedroom to show them to her anyway. She's always in such a hurry to get up in the morning. She blew right past them in her hurry to go check to see if someone threw up a circus tent in the front yard for an impromptu show. She was also pretty pleased with the Valentines she made to give to her class:

They were just hearts cut out of scrapbook paper with scribbles on the back:

Then we folded them up just like Martha Stewart said to and I taped some candy on just like the newest 4 year old said to:

I think mini Hershey bars slipped inside the envelopes would have been way cuter but I always seem to do my best brainstorming long after I've checked out at the store and everyone's already strapped in their car seat so whatever. There's always next year. And the year after that. And the year after that. And there's tomorrow too. When I'll be spilling my every thought on all the exciting reality television I've been watching this week. Seriously, Rami, we get it. You're good at draping. Nina's nerves aren't the only ones you're getting on.