I was lucky enough to receive a beautiful bunch of baby pink Gerber Daisies...YAY!! Thanks Sweetie!!
The Girl was lucky enough to receive a beautiful arrangement of pink Lilies from her Daddy...her first actual flower delivery which was very exciting for her (also a bit relief that they were from her Dad... she was really hoping that they were NOT from the Dude she's kinda sorta been almost but not really dating...because she's not sure if she likes him like that and flowers on Valentine's Day would just make it awkward...ahhhhhh to be 16 again....BAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA)
The Boy got some yummy cinnamon hearts (that he can't eat yet because his teeth hurt because he got his braces adjusted on Wednesday...oops... Cupid/Me wasn't really thinking) and some yummy sugar coated jelly hearts...most of which were eaten by the dog.
Jack kinda got the short end of the Valentine stick...poor guy.
Although, as a treat for everyone, I did buy 4 fancy Valentine's Day chocolate-dipped donuts from Mariposa Market and I left them out ...way far back... on the counter, so when the kids got home from school, they would be greeted by the sight of a beautifully arranged Valentine donut/greeting card display, and think to themselves:
"Selves...Would you look at the thoughtful and beautifully arranged Valentine donut/greeting card display!! We have the greatest Mum EVER!!!"
Instead, this is the phone call I received at work:
Me - "Hey Kate!!"
The Girl - "Yeah...so if there were cupcakes or anything on the counter, Spencer got them."
The Girl - "All that's left is some chocolate and red icing stains on the carpet."
Me - "BASTARD!!"
The Girl - "Yep."
Me - "Did he eat the cards, too?"
The Girl - "Don't think so."
Me - "Bastard."
The Girl - "Yep."
And so, not wanting to fall victim to the Grinch Who Ate Valentine's Day, I drove back into town and went back into Mariposa Market and, once again, braved the Mariposa Market line-ups to buy 4 more pretty Valentine's donuts...but they were out of the normal size donuts so we had to make do with Texas size donuts <------See THAT!! That's a silver lining if ever there was one.
AND...I got to play The Hero Who Saved Valentine's Day when I showed up with the replacement donuts.
F#@k you, Spencer!!
Then we had a Lady and the Tramp-themed Spaghetti and Meatball Valentine's Day dinner and then watched Glee ...well, The Boy didn't...he just went back to killing stuff on COD.
All of that lovely story has not a whole lot to do with my main point for this post, so here I go:
Since, as previously noted, this past Thursday was Valentine's Day, a friend of mine posted a link to "Elephant Love Medley" from Moulin Rouge .... one of my absolute favourite movies...in spite of the fact that Nicole Kidman is one of the leads and, in part, due to the fact that Ewan McGregor is one of the leads....yum yum.
I adore the movie's soundtrack and 'back in the day', I listened to it over and over and over and over again in my van and watching that video reminded me just how much I adored the music AND just how long it had been since I listened to it, so I pulled the CD off the shelf and it has been in my car ever since.
This is my favourite song "Come What May" ...it quite often makes me cry:
Now, this particular soundtrack is best listened to at a very high volume, so I've been listening it to it at a very high volume...or at least as high a volume as I can before the speakers start rattling.
Rattling speakers suck.
...that annoying little rattle totally throws me off my groove and it drives me absolutely bonkers.
Rattle-y speakers make me say lots of bad words...most of them aimed at f%$king Kanye West.
You see, Kanye West is responsible for my car's broken speakers.
Where does he get off writing a kick-ass song with killer bass that DEMANDS to be played really really REALLY LOUD??
... especially when you're being driven home from a New Years Eve party a couple of years ago.
... especially when you're being driven home from a New Years Eve party a couple of years ago where you just happened to enjoy several RockStar [+ Vodka]s.
My speakers paid the price.
I cannot be held accountable for my actions.
F%$k you, Kanye West.
I DEFY you, my Beloved Readers, to listen to this song with the volume down low.
It can't be done.
And if you were able to listen to it with the volume down low... I feel sorry for you.
There is obviously something very very wrong with you.
Kanye West, you owe me new speakers for my car.
I drive a 2001 Volvo XC70.
I'll be waiting.