You see, tomorrow is Valentine's Day. I've made reservations. I don't want to cancel them. I need a little lovely, sweet meal with Husband. My feet and his wheels need to make it downtown. I will carry my Costco container of sea salt if need be.
You've made your point. You're pretty. Everyone is looking at you. Look, I even joined in and took some pretty snow pictures. Yay, snow pics. Woooo.
Okay. So, on your way now. Spit spot.
PS: I don't hate you. I really don't. You're actually kind of nice. I just need Valentine's lunch with my husband, okay? You understand.