It’s a Valentine’s Day edition of Season Somethings. We both love Valentine’s Day. Maybe it’s the sugar. Maybe it’s the fact that our parents always sent carnations to us at school. Maybe it’s our love of the color pink.
Something to eat
I’m a sucker for anything seasonal. Trader Joe’s has these cookies in the winter in the shape of stars, but these hearts caught my eye and my taste buds. I blame my mother for my love of sprinkles.
If you need a sweet treat that requires zero baking abilities but looks impressive, make cheesecake stuffed strawberries. Here ya go.
Something to watch
I love horror movies, but romantic comedies are a close second. Kidding. Rom Coms for daaayyyyssss. I couldn’t pick just one. My Best Friend’s Wedding is one of my all time favorite movies. I could watch that scene in the restaurant on a loop for hours. It kills me. Dionne Warwick. The lobster mits. The synchonized clapping. In a world of JellO, that scene is creme brulee.
Secondly, I feel cheated. I got through about twenty-six years of my life without seeing this movie. Thank goodness for friends who wouldn’t hear of it and sat me down to watch The Princess Bride. I am eternally grateful because I make references or quote it probably once a week. It’s hysterical and brilliant and has Fred Savage. What more could you want in a film?
I have never nor will I ever be an adventurous movie watcher. I don’t like scary, anything dark, anything destructive. Mark and I often go to separate movies when we go see one because I just don’t care to see a head get blown off. I want happy. I want cheesy. I’m perfectly fine with a predictable plot.
I haven’t watched this yet, but I’ve heard good things and will make time for it soon, Always Be My Maybe on Netflix
Something to buy
My favorite morning radio show has a segment called “Superficial Questions to Ask God”. If I could ask God a superficial question it would be, “how many Ego waffles have I eaten in my lifetime?” I used to eat two every. single. morning. Original. Buttermilk. Blueberry. Strawberry. Minis. If I liked Stranger Things, I’d insert an Eleven joke here, but I don’t. Sorry to disappoint. But I LOVE waffles. I mean I probably just love syrup. How cute is this heart shaped waffle maker from Target? I’m going to have to buy it. Who’s coming over for brunch?
Claire goes to school a couple days a week, so I’m using these Valentine printables from Momfessionals. for her to take to school. (Go read her blog if you never have. She’s relatable, creative, and such a fun mom)
I bought something like these to attach to them.
Something to wear
I must confess I used to have an obsession with the Grinch. I had a Grinch birthday cake when I turned thirteen. My birthday is in August. Maybe I still really resonate with a lot of the Jim Carey Grinch tendencies. That’s neither here nor there, but I saw this shirt at the Loft and ordered it because it’s cute, soft, looks subtly seasonal, but gives me “heart was too sizes too small” vibes.
If I go out and put on actual clothes, the first thing I do when I get home is take them off. I want to be comfortable. One of my friends who I used to live with (Shoutout to Jessi) used to come home from a full day of work and WEAR HER WORK CLOTHES AND SHOES UNTIL BEDTIME. It blew my mind. I could not comprehend this nonsense. I’m in sweatpants within two minutes of getting home. If you’ve never bought a pair of Soma pajamas, treat yo’ self for Valentine’s Day. They will melt on your body.
They have their PJ sets on sale right now.
Something to do
Ok. I’m thirty years old. This has haunted me for twenty-two years. TWENTY-TWO. My “Something to do” is make a formal apology.
Picture it. Valentine’s Day 1998.
I was in second grade. We were passing out our valentine cards, and there was Randall. He had a special valentine for me to express that he liked me despite the large blue glasses that I wore at the time. He had gotten me a giant Hershey’s Kiss. I was embarrassed by the grand gesture. And at the ripe age of eight years old I told him, “Thanks, but I’m on a diet.” *Insert all the face palms here* WHAT SECOND GRADER IS ON A DIET??? None. That’s who. THEN if that wasn’t bad enough, I gave the chocolate to William Callaway #54 on the pee wee football team. I can’t. I’m the worst. Savage. Barely even human. Every Valentine’s Day I have PTSD from that. Randall, I’m sorry! Do you forgive me? Check yes or no.
My assistant principal a few years ago gave me this idea, and I thought it was so fun. I can’t remember if she did this with her family or knew someone who did. On Valentine’s Day, everyone in your family gets to pick the dinner of “their heart’s desire”, whatever that may be. DJ wants Chickfila? Go pick it up for her. Stephanie wants Chipotle? She gets it and with a side of guacamole. Michelle wants Chilis? Awesome blossom it is.
This is the first year Claire might kind of (ehhh not really) understand this, but I’m doing it anyways. When the twins are old enough, it will be even more fun, but I’ll be highly disappointed if everyone chooses the same thing. That will not be allowed. Try it this Valentine’s Day.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Be kind to others
Don’t be a shrew [like Kat circa 1998]
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