As you now know, we’re in the midst of moving, so I told R. that my idea of a perfect Valentine’s Day is eating cheese and drinking champagne at home. And he told me his perfect day includes meatballs, also at home. So we’re going to a cookout on Saturday with friends, and then we’re making Sunday night our Valentine’s Day and eating cheese and meatballs and drinking champagne–likely on paper plates, because our good ones are all packed. I wouldn’t want it any other way.
I also have Monday off from work–hooray, presidents!–so we’re going to spend that day moving as much stuff as we can ourselves before having movers cart over the big stuff, like the bed and sofas, next weekend. Also, can I mention what a complete luxury it is to have movers? Previously we’ve recruited friends and family members to help us, but this time–because of R.’s finger, mostly, but I also because I am pathetic and worthless when it comes to lifting anything heavier than Rambo–we’ve hired people to help us, and I am so happy with that decision. Who knew it would take hiring moving professionals to make me feel like a bona fide adult?
Oh, and if you’re in the mood for some reading over the long weekend, herewith 12 fun links:
This made me smile so big.
I can’t wait to see Cameron Crowe’s new movie, Aloha.
I’m making this chocolate butterscotch icebox cake for the cookout on Saturday. Doesn’t it look good?
Why you should eat at home on Valentine’s Day. (Summary: Yes.)
Speaking of Valentine’s Day, this made me–and, yes, my two coworkers–giggle hysterically: One writer and her boyfriend take on all the sex in Fifty Shades of Grey in one weekend. This is the only reference you will ever hear me make to Fifty Shades, and I promise you this piece is laugh-out-loud funny.
This California wedding is dripping with gorgeous pink peonies.
Photo of Savannah by Olivia Rae James.