I don't heart those chalky heart candies.
I don't heart the patron saint of love.
I don't heart the little old lady at the gift shop that just conned me out of $10 for a crappy balloon.
I do heart my kid, though. And she digs the balloons. So I'll be the butt of this stupid joke they call a holiday.
But I won't heart it.
I do heart my kid, though. And she digs the balloons. So I'll be the butt of this stupid joke they call a holiday.
But I won't heart it.
1 comment:
This post is why I heart you, Geoffrey.
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