Puggy Turks says Happy Valentine's Day!
I did not get a Valentine's Day pug. Sniffle. I didn't expect one, but that doesn't mean I would've turned one down. The black pug I wanted to go visit at a shelter in the cities this weekend, got adopted this past weekend, according to the rescue's facebook page. Secretly, I hoped that Kyle had got her for me. What? A girl can dream, right?
My running streak ended with today. Seven days in a row. I don't know how people do running streaks. Granted, I understand that a lot of people do one milers to count towards the streak but essentially as a rest day, but still. Might be fun to try someday. 100 consecutive days? Sounds awesome. Sounds like something I won't be doing any time soon. I heart rest days.
Also, I heart all of you! I hope you have the greatest of great Valentine's days whether you're spending it with your boyfriend/girlfriend, husband/wife, booty call, kitty/pug snuggle bunny, bestie!
And just for fun, let's share some best and worst Valentine's Day memories! In high school, it was customary to put balloons in lockers of the person you liked/were dating, whatever. My high school boyfriend was a super nice guy. I think one Valentine's Day I had enough helium balloons at the end of the day to carry my 100 pound scrawny frame to my house a few blocks away. Wheeeeeee!
Last year, being the romantic gal that I am, I gave Kyle the Ninja Star Death Flu. Needless to say, I spent Valentine's Day all by my lonesome, and he spent it with the bathroom. Sorry KP!
Now your turn!