Or should I say ValentiMe's Day? Grace tosses the M in there, and I like the way she says it.
We started our day off with Valentime's baskets. Eerily similar to Easter baskets (I never claimed to be the most creative person in the world). Each full with our favorite candy. Grace got a few extra gifts from us and from her Grandparents. Aaron spoiled me with a People magazine, DDP, and Reese's peanut butter cups (the man knows me so well).
Do you want to take any wild guesses as to where I told Aaron I wanted to eat dinner? I have only vowed my deep and passionate love for this place many a time. Swooning over sauces and greasiness. I'm thinking that they should start paying me to say these things (Am I right?). Wing Stop, people. I'm about two chicken tenders doused in buffalo wing sauce away from an intervention. I wonder if it will taste as good when I'm not pregnant. So, although it wasn't Friday, the special occasion warranted a special trip. We even dressed up to go, just to keep things on the classier side.
It was a Valentime's success, and since no one celebrates their day of love by eating wings, the place was empty. No crowd on Valentime's Day? Thank you very much.