stuff i don't want for valentine's day

i went to lunch with my valentine today. i wore red shoes and ironed my shirt. definitely a holiday. 

this is me in front of thomas' home office:

blouse- thrifted by deb! from jcrew!

jacket- target

maternity pants- old navy

shoes- steve madden via tj maxx

this is me in front of my home office(the heartbeat and inner sanctum of my household):

i have big plans for this office. but it will require my staple gun and a shelving unit. i do already have the fabric to recover my cork boards. i would also like to find a nice colorful map of my hometown of kansas city, MSSOURI and frame it. start holding your breath.

and things i don't want for valentine's, in no particular order:

giant teddy bear. i do not like stuffed animals. they are lice and filth incubators.

http://www.giantstuffedanimals.com/
  the gift that says i hate you

pajama gram- i heard john boy and billy talking about them on the radio and that about did it for me. 

behold the hoodiefootie:

which i actually wouldn't mind owning, but i don't want it for valentine's day. maybe groundhog day.

matching pillowcases-

matching tattoos:

unless it is a giant cat. that seems perfectly reasonable and romantic.

plus, thomas would look simply darling with a nice cat tattoo on his forearm

what i really want for valentine's day is to put on my swimsuit coverup and a sweatshirt because everything else on earth is so uncomfortable and then sit on the couch and watch E! grammy awards fashion wrap and then battlestar galactica on netflix whilst battling my restless leg syndrome and drinking tons of water with copious amounts of crushed ice. sitting next to thomas=heaven.