“I would always rather be happy than dignified.”*

by chuckofish

We had a fun-filled weekend, despite the fact that temperatures never got above 8 degrees.

Thank goodness for a fire and a new puzzle to do!

Daughter #1 had planned on leaving bright and early on Sunday morning in order to get ahead of the snow headed our way, but the bad weather had already hit mid-MO, so she stayed in town and will head back as soon as the roads clear.

The wee babes came over on Saturday for our little Valentine party.

A couple of new books, some candy and a frolic in the Beanie Baby mosh pit are all it takes for sustained gaiety. Pizza from Deweys. Voila. We all loved our handmade gifts from the babes.

Baby Katie was sorry that she missed the fun…

…and we sure missed her, but we FaceTimed twice and exchanged our Valentines via mail.

We watched Bullitt (1968) which has become our Valentine tradish. We enjoyed it thoroughly.

And now it is a new week. Here’s a poem to start it off:

How many slams in an old screen door?
Depends how loud you shut it.
How many slices in a bread?
Depends how thin you cut it.
How much good inside a day?
Depends how good you live ’em.
How much love inside a friend?
Depends how much you give ’em.

Shel Silverstein

*Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre