Things just got cute around here. Like way too cute. As in red sprinkle hearts and gold disco dust cute.
But it’s all for a good reason, because it’s Valentine’s Day. The day to celebrate love and kisses. Throw some hugs in there too.
Usually, Jon and I are those people. You know, the ones that venture out to a nice restaurant with the fixed menu and every table packed. And guess what? Thus far, every one of those dinners has been lovely.
This year we did things a little differently, we opted for the apartment instead. And I made dessert. Except I ate it before Jon got home. These things happen.