Happiness has returned to the Rockne home in the form of NASCAR. Say what you want. Judge all you like, but watching men drive around in a circle for 3 hours is a strange kind of bliss.
I have to buy Valemtime's for Gavin for his class this weekend. We're not supposed to say who they're to, only that they're from Gavin. And he doesn't need to make a Valemtime's Day box either. This made me a little sad for him. I remember the excitement of making a Valemtime's box when I was his age and getting to use the good glitter.
I asked Scott is he had plans to surprise me for Valemtime's Day, as my room is a mess and I haven't shaved my legs in a while, and I have no intention of cleaning or shaving any time soon if we wasn't planning on making an appearance. He reminded me that I don't believe in Valemtime's Day, which is true--I don't believe in required sentimentality--but irregardless it doesn't mean I wouldn't like to kiss my boyfriend on his face on the day for lovers!
Sometimes I worry that we as women are our own worst enemies.
And Briskey, there is no need to be diplomatic, Annette is 900 times cuter than I ever was pregnant!
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Nascar was blissfull before Jimmy Johnson and Carl Edwards won every single race!
So of course after I say this, I watch the race which I recorded and somehow my favorite driver wins! Go Kevin Harvick.
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