whoa >>> that's old

i'm writing this just as M did his best impression of the robot.

...it's not bad. occasionally we like to dance. we both suck, so it's automatically guaranteed hilarious. see i like to booty shake. so sometimes i'll ask M, "hey babe, am i doing it like beyonce?" this morning his response was, "you shake it like a pre-teen. you know, like an elementary student."

i'm so sexy.

in case some of you have been under a rock lately, it's valentine's day tomorrow. a day dedicated to love. *sigh* i'm sure for the next few days i'll be reading about what you & your hot man did that evening while keeping it PG. i'm sure there will be lots of pictures of yummy desserts & kissy faces. i'm prepared. y'all just be prepared for my pictures of what i whipped together, while subtly showing off any crafts i made. i mean, that's blogging 101.

but! tomorrow isn't just about love. it's baby maggie's 13th birthday! so technical she's not a baby -- she's knock knock knockin' on heaven's door {no guns & roses fan here? cool.}. i've heard that one human year is equal to seven dog years. not sure how accurate that is, but judging by that, maggie will be 91 years old. can i get a collective "whoa, that's old". she wasn't always a healthy dog, so making it this far has been the work of prayers. i just know she's got so much spunk left in her, she'll be around for a while longer.

happy valentine's eve lovers!