I’m not a big fan of flowers. They wilt, they stink and I couldn’t find any purpose in them – unless I’m sick and I want to feel happy and alive. I’ll prefer cash over flowers any day – except when it’s this one:
Don’t forget to bring beer!
Who doesn’t love eating out? My favorite stops are anything Mexican, Italian or Mediterranean. (Do you realize how we lack a real Mexican food place here?) Too bad, the boyfriend has contradictory tastes to mine. Unfortunately for him, we ate out at Cibo the other night. Come on – nobody dislikes Cibo!
While I was going “Mmmm…”, he was like…