I'll be honest with you: I'd envisioned my Valentine's Day post a bit differently. This time last year, I was enjoying the #7ShadesofRed challenge and plotting an epic feast involving large quantities of cheese. This year, I spent most of the past week in pajamas, propped up in my bed next to a large mug of tea. It doesn't do to dwell on what might have been, so let's just hope that next year, we'll see my planned post about ways to avoid the morass of cheap sentiment and commodified conceptions of love that plagues V-Day.
Instead, I'm going to tell you a bit about the love of my life that isn't Jeff, or dresses, or Star Wars.
Instead, I'm going to tell you a bit about the love of my life that isn't Jeff, or dresses, or Star Wars.