February has been shaping up to be quite the month so far. There have been late nights with friends, and pizza, and pink eye (boo!), and clubbing (?!), and dinner dates, and book club joining (!!!), and lots and lots of cookie dough eating. And you know? I think we're finally hitting our stride here in NYC. Life is finally just that...life. We go to work, we go to school, and we fit fun in whereever we can. We (verrrry briefly) thought about about moving to an apartment 4 blocks south of us, but then realized, hey, why disrupt this awesome thing we have going right now? Why add unnecessary stress?
While on the topic of unnecessary stress, let's talk about Valentine's Day. Last night I was talking with a friend about how we always have unreasonably high expectations of our husbands for holidays and then get all pouty-like when things don't turn out magically. I mean, is there any day more built up than Valentine's Day? Or New Years Eve? It's those dang expectations I tell you! Recipe for disaster. So I'm not quite sure what to do with this holiday coming up. Plan something simple? Throw on a red shirt and call it good? Pick up a couple pounds of chocolate after work and watch episodes of the Bachelor? What do people realistically do for this holiday? Oy vey.
Enough of this rambling. Let's all just watch Elliott getting scrubbed down during bath time.