Not to say that my life lacks glamour, but our Valentine’s Day festivities? Yeah. They can be summed up thusly: The two house-bound kids and I made a big banner with butcher paper, construction paper, and fun foam. (It never made it up; it’s still stuck to the floor with masking paper.) Then the man of the house came home, and we all headed off to the drive-thru for a romantic meal of chicken and waffle fries. After that…well, that pretty much wrapped it up. Hap-py Valentine’s Day!
You know what? It still beat being stuck in bed with the flu by a mile, and I wouldn’t have traded in my companions for anything.
Know what else? That Chick-fil-A was packed out. Apparently, we’re not the only ones who know how to party.