

So, there were no boys in sight this Valentimes Day. And that is a darn shame. But rather than sulk with a pint of chubby hubby, we gathered over a table of nosh, conversation hearts, candy bracelets and bread pudding. We shared stories of elementary school love (oh Vande Burns, how I still love you), good kisses, bad kisses and the sweetness of love's possibility. Then we transitioned into money-maker shaking in the living room. And yes, it was just us girls, but I don't think I would have rather been anywhere else.
Viva La Valentimes!
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