As a Valentine’s Day Gift from my sweetie Biscuit, comments are now working! Lordy I’ve missed y’all! Tell me what you’re doing! What you’re wearing! How you’ve been! Have you missed me? What are you doing tonight? Are you bitter and jaded, gooey and sappy, or somewhere in between like me? Can I borrow your dog to play with? Any other questions? Let’s chat!
Also:
And yeah, I totally wrote that shit BACKWARDS for you. I love you BACKWARDS, internet. Happy Valentine’s Day.
Hey! Dex is available. Let’s work something out.
!!!oot ouy ot yaD s’enitnelaV yppaH
(okay not as cool but I tried LOL)
And I have a great dog you could borrow but the shipping from Atlanta to NYC might be a bit much.
In a fit of fatigue (and much rarer fit of responsibility) my husband and I agreed to have restrict our Valentine celebrations to just a fancy dinner out this coming Friday. I am excited about the dinner but now regretting the decision to forego cards/presents! It’s a made-up holiday, sure, but cards and presents are fun anytime!
oh krissa, the internet hearts you too! happy vday
wearing: pink and red
tonight: nice dinner at home with the husband and some bubbly
Happy Valentines Day!
Yay!!!! Glad to be back!!
Wearing: pink sweater with black pants.
My students gave me heaps of stuffed animals and chocolate, and my boyfriend gave me a beautiful watch. I’m going to attempt to cook dinner for him tonight. It started out elaborate (think lobster tails with a lemon butter sauce and twice-baked potatoes), but has now devolved into chicken, rice and salad. Oh well, it’s the thought that counts!!! At least we’re gonna have strawberry shortcake for dessert!!
Enjoy your evening…I’m glad your eye is feeling better!
When I went to click on your blog I thought (a bit wistfully), “Oh, I wonder what mushy-gushy valentine’s day crap is gonna come out of the Krissa loves Stuart blog.” (believe me, I say that only with love).
Anyway, your eye looks GREAT, hooray for Dr. Rubenstein. You should know that Jews have been famous (throughout history!) for being excellent oculists. (I’m just assuming he’a a Jew with a name like RUBENSTEIN, for crying out loud).
Enjoy your day o’love.
Welcome back. I don’t think you reallly want to know what I’m wearing. I mean how exciting are gym clothes?
Happy Belated Valentines!
You could totally borrow my dogs, but I live near your least favorite city, Boston. I have TWO right now, because my mom’s in Portugal for three months and I get to have her Golden while she’s gone.
I spent my Valentine’s Day having dinner with my dad and watching Westminster and the Olympics, because I’m that cool. Oh, and I wore a red top.
I don’t have a dog, and sadly I don’t have anything worthwhile to contribute to any of the other questions, so, ummm… I’m wearing my funkycool super-flare jeans with a huge scarf that I normally use as a headwrap but which, today, is rocking as a wrap-around dress of sorts. Also, another headwrap – on my head, this time. And dangly earrings from Berkeley. My parents think I’m trying to be a hippie. Or a homeless person.
p.s. The internet loves you back, buddy!
You know how mirror-images of people always look a little off, and you can tell right away that it’s a mirror-image because you know how that person looks?
I just realized that if I ever saw you in person, you’d look wrong. (It is a very pretty picture though)
Hey girl,
I am an avid reader of yours from Mississippi. What got me to obsessively reading your blog was yours and stuart’s wonderful love story. You guys made me envious to long for someone the way you guys longed for each other when you were apart. I miss reading all your sappy posts about stuart and how perfect he is. Why don’t you do a nice little post about your love. That would make me very happy.
smiles
Shanda
Shanda darling, you’ll have to fight off the moans of boredom with sticks if I post another gushy thing about Stuart. You’d be amazed how much snarky vitriol there is out there for my gush! Hence, the comparative lack of gush lately.
Sorry, baby. Wait for one of the anniversaries. Then I’ll gush and damn the meanies!