Happy Valentine's Day!

Early Friday evening we were sitting in the sunroom when I started smelling something burning. "What is that? Did somebody put something in the microwave?! I smell something burning! Something is BURNING!"

Dracen fesses up that he was popping some popcorn and that he just hit the "popcorn" button. Charlie opens the microwave door and out pours the smoke, permeating our nostrils with the oh so pleasing odor of burnt to a crisp popcorn.

What smells worse than burnt popcorn? Well, okay I can probably think of a few things but it's definitely right up there in the running for the absolute nastiest household smell.

Turns out it was one of those little snack size bags that requires much less time than the normal bags and besides, that popcorn button even burns those too so you can imagine how obliterated this thing was.

Now, although I cleaned that sucker out, every.single.time. we turn it on we are once again blasted with that funk. Stink.Stank.Stunk.

Saturday night we deposited the demolition duo at Momaw Pat's for a couple of hours and headed out to a Valentine's dinner at 1859, a quaint little romantic restaurant in an old house that was built in the year...1859. Awesome. Any place that offers a decent key lime pie for dessert is alright by me.

Yesterday afternoon we went to see Gnomeo and Juliet in 3D and I have to admit, I was entertained. Who knew garden gnomes led such interesting lives? I'm now considering the possibility that I may just need a few of those little guys to spice things up in my yard.

When we got to the theater, the parking lot was pretty crowded so Charlie dropped us off at the door. I went ahead and bought our tickets. 36 dollars. We then ordered two medium popcorns and 4 medium drinks to which the girl behind the counter informed us was not our best deal and that it was, in fact, cheaper to go with larges.

Well then, by all means, Supersize us.

Y'all.  I kid you not.  These drinks were like 2 liters.  Dracen had to carry his like a football.  And they didn't have the extra long straws so our little straws kept sliding through the hole and getting drowned in a great big ocean of coca-cola.  

Charlie said we could've gotten a straw extender for an extra 20 bucks and I'm sure that if they had offered one, that price would have been just about right. 

Good thing we stopped at the dollar store on the way for our Twizzlers and Airheads.  And tape.  for Dracen's Valentines. 

He picked out his Valentines for his class at Target last week.  He couldn't make a decision between the Laffy Taffy ones and the Starburst ones so I let him get both since I felt kinda bad for his class that they aren't having a party. 

Second grade and no Valentine's party.  Poo.  The teacher sent home a list with everyone's names saying they could send in cards if they wanted but no party.  They didn't even decorate a cute little bag or box with cutout hearts to put them in.  

He really seemed okay with it.  I think I was more disappointed than he was. 

I was not disappointed, however, after I stumbled out of bed this morning , down the hall to the kitchen where I poured coffee all over the counter and floor while trying to hit my red mug and then into the sunroom to let the Darlings out when I saw a great big wicker crate with a red bow with my name and filled with lots of Valentine goodness... 

Happy Valentine's Day!