because there’s no shame in my (house) game, here’s another gem of a story. we have a half bath on our main level. Ben stores/hoards his stuff there, and when you flush the toilet I think the entire block can hear, but I digress. last? weekend we were experiencing some plumbing issues and naturally Ben was away at work so I had to go buy a plunger and YouTube how to plunge a toilet. I’ve never been the type of person to stumble through YouTube videos and waste hours watching random shit, mostly because my YouTube history consists of: “how to shovel,” “how to remove nail polish from carpet,” “how to plunge a toilet,” and frankly I just have NO time for fun things on YouTube.
anyway, after plunging my little heart out, and flooding our basement because of water going through the floor vents, I was convinced that we had a frozen/broken pipe and sent an SOS to our landlord. bless our little landlord’s heart, but I was definitely a little peeved when, instead of rushing over here to stop the flood, he called and asked if I could get things under control until he could come over tomorrow afternoon. uh what? okay. after complaining to Ben that apparently our landlord doesn’t take us seriously anymore, and after Ben mopped up the basement (because I would have had to YouTube that, too), I told Ben we were probably starting to sound like the boy that cried wolf or something.
spoiler alert: we are the boy that cried wolf x 100.
as it would turn out, apparently the video I watched was not a good source. our landlord simply plunged our toilet and was on his merry way to tell everyone he has the most incompetent renters ever (that’s us).
quick recap of February:
lots of cold temperatures, a little snow, a cold/flu that (thankfully) involved a sick day, a visit from Bella and Jennie, a few trips to the movie theater, a highlight: we purchased tickets to see Dave Matthews Band at Alpine Valley this summer (!!!), too many swim meets, and my favorite holiday!!!
one day I started telling Ben about my intentions for decorating in February to celebrate Valentine’s Day, and he was not impressed. something about a Hallmark holiday, why do we need to celebrate it with the neighborhood, yada yada yada, in one ear out the other. I only got as far as window clings for the front door, but mark my words, next year it will look like Cupid shot every arrow through our house.
I’m not sure why Valentine’s Day is my favorite holiday, other than the fact that I love love. so, to have a day dedicated to love is awesome. of course we should love people every day of the year, but the same could be said about Thanksgiving, Christmas, Labor Day (what), etc. you picking up what I’m laying down? I love it mostly because I feel giddy all day thinking about how seriously enchanting it is to give your heart to someone, and to care about people so immensely that you cannot imagine life without them.
sometimes I think about how deeply I care about people in my life and wonder how they could possibly reciprocate the feelings. because sometimes I overwhelm myself. like just thinking about my grandpa makes me cry. there was a time, not that long ago, that I never thought there would be a man that could have an iota of his charisma or tenderness, and then of course I met Ben and I’ll spare you the sappiness…but seriously. I cry just thinking about how great he is. and my friends? outstanding. I’ve been very blessed to experience the real, long-lasting kind. you know the ones that you kind of just stumble upon and then you become real BFFs, and at 24 you realize that you have friendship soul mates. and even if they are too many miles away, your ties are always linked through the power of WiFi, and you just feel wonderfully blessed and thankful for always being able to have good conversations.
so, no, you don’t NEED a day to celebrate the people you love. but it’s pretty flipping awesome that it exists as just a little bonus day to an already awesome life. like when you say yes to having whip on top of your mocha, because #YOLO. also, my Valentine’s never need to be extravagant, indulging in heart-shaped pizza and holding hands with my love is all I ever want. and if P. Murph’s would always make their pizza in heart shapes, we would probably celebrate every day, because we’re big fans over here. the hugest.
also, just because I really do think it’s the only reason I’ve survived this winter, I’d like to give our heater blanket some special love this month. I don’t take the heart eye emoji lightly, but it totally gets multiple heart eyes. meanwhile, Ben is multiple eye-rolling.
LOVE TO YOU ALL. THE END.