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Happy Valentine's Day!!

I was greeted this morning by my husband and my little man with smootches from both....and I notice that Braz has a phone in his hands. At first I thought it was his daddy's phone but then I realized - it was for MOMMY! :) I got a new phone from my hubby for Valentine's day!! [Although Brazos was a little resistant in giving it to mommy but I gave him my old one then he was ok with that]

I'm going to pick up Jason's gift today at lunch - I'm doing this on purpose so he wouldn't be able to have it till today. I'm bad about letting him have his gifts early. Its a private gift so I won't share but I know he'll love it! We're going to dinner tonight, my little valentine included, so it won't be a super romantic date night out but I'm going to enjoy it just as much...


I have an eye infection (or pink eye not really sure yet, going to urgent care tomorrow when I get paid) in BOTH eyes and have had since Friday evening. My eyes are red and swollen and itchy and gross. I can't wear eye makeup [which is 85% of the makeup I DO wear] and I'm stuck in my unflattering glasses. Not. Attractive. I'm super disappointed and bummed. It doesn't matter how much I dress up tonight, I will still look BLAH because of my eyes/glasses. *sigh* Oh well, vanity is overrated right?! I should get over myself. [But I'm still bummed - kind of ruining my day] Maybe I'll just say F-it and put my contacts in and makeup on... My eyes will be squinty and watery and burn like the devil himself is dancing on my eyeballs but I'll look good for the hubs...right?

Ok - I say F it then. Burning eyeballs it is.

On that note, I leave you with a pic of my little Valentine:


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