So you’ve do decide to stay-in on Valentine’s Eve (or you don’t give a damn about Valentine’s Day and you’re simply looking for a delicious dinner). Well, you’ve come to the right place. I’m serving up a scrumptious salmon recipe for you today, and let me tell you FIREWORKS IN THE MOUTH, folks. It is so good!
My funny valentine
Sweet comic valentine
You make me smile with my heart
Your looks are laughable
Unphotographable
Yet you’re my favorite work of art
Is your Figure less than Greek?
Is your mouth a little weak?
When you open it to speak
Are you smart?
But don’t change your hair for me
Not if you care for me
Stay little valentine stay
Each day is Valentines day
Oh, Frank, serenade us into the weekend with your smooth baritone! Today my two favorite Funny Valentines are bringing you their homemade love notes. This particular Valentine design is so simple. Check it out!
I already alluded to the fact that P and I are planning to Western dance the night away with friends this weekend. Below are 14 other date night ideas to fit any billing, budget, fancy, or fling!
First things first, lets quickly cover the merits of this most gorgeous table. Marble, dark wood, rivets. Need I say more? Gorgeous! 
Second, I hope that when you read this book review you will imagine that you and I sit down on a couch that looks similar to this one (check out the Klein Sunny swatch, nice!). We have our drinks. Hot, cold, clear, colored, fizzy, frothy, fluffy, whatever suits your fancy. We place said drinks on this gorgeous coffee table (on coasters, of course!).
We settle back in the couch cushions a bit and put our feet up on this beautiful piece of furniture (because lets be honest, if you can afford this coffee table, you can afford to put your feet up on it and enjoy a book and a drink). Then we talk. We just talk. We talk about The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian, about how your kids or spouse or dog or cat or grandma or partner or date or… We talk.
Third, on with the review!
So what if this is my second blog post ever? So what if I spent all day today trying to figure out how to reposition the header below my header below my site name so that it wasn’t a landscape of my female landscape and my mid-section?
So what if I am so paranoid about misspelling a word that I am dictionary.com-ing the crap out of simple words like “reposition”? (Because it is underlined in red, and because the editing tool on this site must only use Urban Dictionary as its data source, or something.) Shout out to my mother who is an English teacher for the spelling paranoia. Holla!!! Cause it is ever so refined to be spelling conscious, but makes every post feel rocky and rugged and re-re-re-read.
I know what you’re thinking. It’s the same thing that I’m thinking. So what? What does this particular individual have to say to me that is different from what the other 85 million bloggers are saying to me? I think the short answer is this– I don’t. I don’t necessarily have anything heart rending, or revolutionary, or revelatory to say here. What’s the logic behind blogging then? You may ask. My answer: voice.
Refined + Rugged 