I apologize in advance, but I am about to be insufferable in my smug happiness. Also, I regret that I may annoy those who have not the tremendous fortune that I have. Still, I hope that on this, the arbitrary day of emotive bliss (or emotional blackmail, if you prefer to see it that way), I can be excused for bragging because I was greeted this morning by this:

Nobody else I know is getting up an hour early to make special hot breakfast for their valentine. I feel impossibly lucky.

Nobody else I know is getting up an hour early to make special hot breakfast for their valentine. I feel impossibly lucky.
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Oh I still want to vomit that you've let Hallmark decide when to care about your loved ones as a way to generate sales in a slow month. I think you've sold out, and I can't take any anti-establishment thing you say ever again even remotely seriously.
But that is awesome.
(This entire reply will now be disclaimed by a dash, semi-colon, and a close parenthesis--though not in that order.) ;-)
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Happy V-Day to you, and many happy returns.
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I don't know if I could handle four-leaf clover shaped pancakes. Maybe if I got good copper cookie cutters I could pour the batter into them on the griddle, that might work. hmm...
<3
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