I just googled “is full house on netflix.”
That’s my Valentine’s Day for you.
Oh. And there was baklava, which I used this recipe from Jessica to make. WIFE SKILLS.
My dad called earlier to say “Happy Valentine’s Day” and ask me my plans for the night. I told him that Natasha and I were on our way to visit Brandon (we’re like a couple, except there’s three of us.). He asked me if I was having a Valentine’s foursome. Dude can’t count. That’s only a threesome.
I let Natasha play with the Tinder app on my phone, so now I have a a bunch of preppy lacrosse guys sending me messages that say “hey,” but with three y’s. Which apparently means something.
The app actually didn’t work for me for the longest time because apparently I accidentally check marked “I identify myself as male.”
Later this evening, Natasha, Brandon, and I ran an experiment where we all posted an identical Facebook status at the same time to see who would get the most likes/comments:
This is bullshit.
I’m gonna go listen to Celine Dion’s “All By Myself” on repeat.