Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone! I know it’s a cheesy “manufactured” holiday, but still . . . how could a day that sanctions unlimited chocolate snogging and flower-smelling be all bad? Pretty sure that’s physically impossible.
Hopefully I’ll do some chocolate-eating later, but first I’m off to actually do something fairly unromantic . . . appear in court for the first time. I’m trying to channel my inner Elle Woods, which will hopefully result in a stunning victory and not in me bursting out, “Look! There’s a judge and everything!” the second I walk in. Do you ever just have those moments of waking up and realizing that today is an ADULT DAY and then running around your apartment looking for those theoretical big girl pants you’ve been waiting to wear? Only they don’t exist, and it turns out that the suits you’ve been sporting on interviews will have to do?
Do you think I have time to get my exhibits scented? I hear it adds a little something extra . . .