All this Valentines Day speak makes me wanna choke.
There. I said it.
*HUGE sigh of relief*
Dont leave me a comment and go all:
"Well just because your man isnt over the top romantical with the flowers, balloons, cards, and stuffed dust collectors should you feel the need to rain on our parade."
That would make me want to choke you.
The simple fact is, my love is not here and he hasnt been for over a month. 7 more days to go until he gets to come HOME for just a few days. Days that pass like years when he is gone and seconds when he is here.
Ugh. Choke again. Enough with the personal sappy stuff.
In honor of Valentines Day and so I'm not a complete drag, I give you this grossly mushy song (that I love more than I'm willing to admit) from a movie that makes me cry
like a blubbering idiot just a little bit.
And because I know he reads this even though he doesn't really mention it: I cant wait until you come home so
I can shower without 3 kids tormenting the dog and burning the house down we can crank this and dance in the kitchen.