My husband and boys joined the rest of the manly men in our neighborhood and spent a Redneck Valentine's Day together at the Monster Truck Jam on Saturday, leaving me at home for some peace and quiet. If that doesn't say "love", then I don't know what does!
They got to sit front row! You know, close enough for the mud from the tires to sprinkle their hair and the Frisbees thrown by the "pit girls" to bounce off their foreheads (true story). It was a rip roarin', noisy, stinky Valentine's Day. What more could a boy ask for?
Close your eyes and imagine me...sitting on the couch with the remote control, in my jammies, eating Betsy Ann truffles from a big gold box...memories...Can't you just feel the love?