consider yourself warned.

Hearts day was awesome around our place.
Our home looked like it had been covered in a seriously thick layer of pepto bismol.  Or if it's more soothing to your tummy - - think Mary-Kay cadillac pink.  pink.  pink.  fabulous. 

There were red crepes.  looked a little lot creepy but fun.  pink milk.  pink water.  pink cream. a pink pre-church bath.  pink ice cream.  [side note] grateful strawberries are already red/pink as by 10am - we were fresh-out of red food dye.  I'm sure we all  have cancer from it by now.

Then the text came in . . . . we had been invited to our favorite neighbor's place for dinner.  Heck ya, I had a fabulous menu planned --- but there's always tonight for the even more fabulously aged prime-rib.  [one should never turn down Mr. L's homemade bolognese].  and even more important, never turn down a chance to get hugged and smooched to death by 4 year old twin girls.  awesome.

when I thought it couldn't get any better . . . a delivery from my VT [dessert of love].  insane.  yum.

but then . . . leave it to the Pita . . . the man knows the way to my heart.  I found this on my bed:

not sharing the inner [card] details - I'm sure you're plenty "good" with the photo you get to salivate over.  hubba-hubba.  been to paris twice.  how did I miss this daisy duke wearin' American?

at least I'm 99% confident I may look better in mine.

The best hearts day - - - buns down.