My Valentine’s Day was going along swimmingly until I walked into my home and it was smokey.
I was in such a good mood that I didn’t immediately think HOLY CRAP HOUSE IS BURNING DOWN and instead, thought that Scott was making me a cake, and it wasn’t going so well. I guess burning cakes is my department because the smoke was a fog machine.
Scott made me a dance party for Valentine’s Day because dancing is my favorite thing on Earth, and we haven’t been able to go in so long. It turns out those clubs don’t open until after my bedtime.
I put the video together quickly, but it gives you an idea of the coolness that was our sunroom for a few hours: a smoke machine, lights and a 90s music mix.
I can’t wait to be into Saint Patrick’s Day this year. Maybe I’ll get a hot air balloon. I’ve never gotten to do that!