Some people don’t celebrate Valentines Day. They think you should celebrate your love for your "Valentine" EVERY day. Not just one day a year. That’s fine. Just not realistic. At least not for me. I know that I suck. I won’t pretend I don’t. I have good days when my ladies feel the love radiating from within my chest of Panamanian love. But more than those I have days of just existing with 3 beautiful Valentines. So thats why today yesterday I celebrated. And it was the best V-day I have had my whole life. Even better than when Judy Veras gave me a french kiss for 30 seconds in 8th grade in the stairwell behind the gym at Shamrock High. Thanks Judy.
So I woke up at 6:30 to head to Savon to pick up some red dye for my pink heart shaped pancakes I was making for my ladies. I walked in and saw the HUGE ballon boquets. I knew my girls would freak out so I grabbed 2 boquets. One for each of my biscuit heads. The woman in line behind me was staring a hole through my back and I could feel it. I turned and smiled. She proceeded to say…"TWO Valentines today?!?!?" Like I was some player or something. I played along. "Yes ma’am. And they even know about each other and don’t care!!!" She was now fuming. Apparently a victim of the "game" some men play. She rolled her eyes at me and spouted something off about her husbands former past and men like me. I thought it was time I break the news. "My Valentines are actually 2 and 3 years old." She withered. Apologized profusely. And I just thought. DON’T HATE THE PLAYER. HATE THE GAME.
Here are some pics from breakfast. I know. I’m screwed. They are perfect.