Dear Pax, Go Home. You're Drunk.

Oh Thursday, you make me happy.

You know what doesn't make me happy? Stupid snow storms in NYC. I know I'm not there but my boyfriend is and obviously Pax didn't care about tomorrow being Valentine's Day. (Side note: when did we start naming snow storms? Who started this nonsense? I want to speak to their mother)

I have a feeling that all flights out of LaGuardia tomorrow are going to be canceled just to shit rain on my parade. I know I'm going against the blog world consensus right now of hating VDay but I absolutely love it. I have always had a special little place in my heart for this holiday. I have a special place in my heart for holidays in general.. you name it, I'll celebrate it.. but I love Valentine's Day and this is especially true when I actually have a boyfriend worth celebrating with.

If all else fails, I have Remi. We can make like Lady and the Tramp and share some spaghetti.



Okay, my "woe is me, my boyfriend might be snowed in tomorrow and I'll have to be romantic with my dog" schpeel can be over now.

It's Thursday afternoon & you know what we call that in the office? Margarita Thursday. I know, I know.. we really need to work on the name but in my defense, they called it that before I ever started working here so I had no part in it. But anyway, you get the idea.