so in eight days will be valentimes (thats how its spelled and said on Radio From Hell, my go-to for just about everything) and i have decided to boycott. colby's birthday is at the end of this month so we are scooting the celebrations just a few weeks back instead of following the trend of overpriced flowers and overcrowded restaurants.
here's the thing though:
i have prepared myself to be cautiously un-disappointed with any romantic gesture however small because my scale of whats romantic and whats possible is totally out of whack! i have just moved onto my latest book choice, P and P, and wondering if i should have chosen another mystery/murder given the season of the year... ugh, novel romances are toooo much in the realm of fantasy - whats a girl to do? any gent short of a mr darcy is simply not enough!
on a most humorous sidenote: i just saw on a blog of a friend of a friend a widget with the twilight apple and text that says "my heart belongs to my husband, but my throat belongs to edward."
vomit.
although it proves my point about love stories walking the thin sci fi/reality/fantasy line.
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You is funny
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