Marvin and I celebrated Valentine's Day tonight, because we are jetting off to TinyTown early in the morning. What do you mean? TinyTown is a VERY hot romance destination spot. You got Paris, Rome, the Poconos, TinyTown.
To make matters even steamier, the reason we are going to the town that is tiny is because the church I worked for is having a giant rummage sale, and we don't want to miss it. Cue the Al Green!
I am very much looking forward to going, actually. Afterward, we are having lunch with some of our friends, and I told them that I plan to be COMPLETELY decked out in their old clothes, which I will have purchased at said sale.
Anyway. When I got home tonight, Marvin had the music playing, and he had his robe on in attempts to look all sexy and Hugh Hefner-ish, but really it just kind of looked like he had the flu.
Nothing says "come hither" like your spouse, a bag with Valentine's gifts, and a 50-pound dog in the way.
I want you to know I paid good money to rid myself of my double chin, but the angle with which Marvin was draped so alluringly on the couch seemed to capture it in every shot. I do not know why Tallulah is doing her Monet impression here.
Marvin got me not only a nice fish to place in my pelican chin, he also got me a large ceiling and a lovely ring, which no matter what I did I could not film up close. It is from Red Envelope, though, if you want to single white female me on it. It has my initial and my birthstone, which is a ruby. It's so pretty! I wish you could see anything other than a shiny silver orb. And those chins.
I got Marvin a Clash t-shirt. Who got the better end of this deal?
I do not know how many photos of Marvin opening gifts I have put on this blog, but in 10 and a half years of marriage and 12 years of living together, in every photo of Marvin opening a gift, he has had this same expression. This is his I'm-opening-a-gift look, apparently. Can Tallulah leave us alone for 14 seconds? Jeez.
So that about wraps up Valentine's Day, except that I have gifts to open from relatives, because I'm an only child. Sue me. So let's get our bow and arrow and shoot over to Ask June.
Linda in CO follows up on last week's "the no's have it" query with: "I thought the plural of 'no' was 'noes' (like potatoes)."
Linda, over there in CO, I looked this up in my faithful companion (although who could be more faithful than old snout girl up there) Merriam-Webster.com, and you are correct. The plural of "no" is "noes." Therefore, in last week's debate over whether it's "the nos have it" or "the no's have it" I guess really it should be "the noes have it" and whoever it was who wanted to throttle her friend (I can't remember now who it was) for saying it should be no's needs to call that friend and say, "We were BOTH wrong!" as was I. She also needs to call her friend and say, "The world's longest sentence just appeared on June's blog!"
Who knew the plural of "no" was "noes"? Linda in CO, that's who.
Jessica burns with curiosity over, "Which blogs do you frequent?"
Well, if you comment on my blog, I am certainly going to pop over there and look at you, that's one thing. So I assume you mean other than people who comment. The blogs I look at without fail, and who do not look at me, include Blue Poppy, My Topography, and Posie Gets Cozy. They are all wayyyyy too cool for me, and don't think I don't know it. But their blogs are lovely and they are all fascinating women and in my opinion kind of perfect. That's why I read them.
Why do you read people? There was someone I read for awhile whose life was in shambles. I found her on Blogspot when I first got started blogging and lost her. Her husband wouldn't sleep with her, and she'd get drunk on bad vodka and the kids' Kool-Aid. I was riveted. I forgot her address, and just try clicking through all the Blogspot sites to find someone's blog. I hope she's okay.
On that cheery note, I had better get rested up for the big rummage sale. I think here in the South they say "tag sale." Whatev. I'll be so hung over from bad vodka and Kool-Aid, I won't care what you call it.