Valentines?

Time is flying like craaaaazy! Just when I had processed the death of Whitney Houston, the Grammys, AND Abraham Lincoln’s b-day, along comes Valentines Day to trump them all.

Actually, nothing can top Lincoln’s birthday, so why don’t we just put Valentines Day over here for a second and pretend that it’s February 12th? I have a few pressing topics to discuss.

Firstly, Whitney Houston. I was shocked when I heard that she died (Eric yelling from the other room – “Whitney Houston’s dead.”), but only for like five seconds. Because then I remembered that she was a terrible drug addict, and this is kind of what happens when you are so incredibly addicted to drugs. I am sad that she is gone, sad that she will never have that comeback that we all hoped she would eventually be well enough to have, and sad that she obviously wasn’t able to get the help that she needed. It’s a bummer.

However, it also helped me to realize that the universe (or drugs maybe?) is picking off the world’s most obvious celebrity drug addicts one by one. In recent years we’ve lost Michael Jackson, Amy Winehouse, and now Whitney Houston. These are some High Profile Drug Addicts, and I think the universe is pissed. It’s tired of rooting for these people, of believing in them when they say that they are clean, of saying “I knew it” when they check into rehab again, of shaking it’s head disapprovingly when one of them does something batshit on national television. It’s like, “Stop using your ridiculous wealth to buy drugs and plastic surgery! Fire your entire staff, because they are enabling you! GOD!”. But now it’s like, “Oh, I’ll get you to stop using drugs, alright.”

Sooooo there’s no way to put this delicately, but I think that Lindsay Lohan might need to cool it for a while. Or maybe forever.

SECONDLY, Abraham Lincoln’s birthday. What a magical day! I celebrated by eating half a jar of what everyone who’s anyone knows was the President’s favorite food, Nutella. What, you didn’t know that Abraham Lincoln loved Nutella? Guess what. Everyone loves Nutella. I also explained the Emancipation Proclamation to the cats (They’re were like “But what about the border states?”), and then reminisced about the Ford Theater model we made in 8th grade and how awesome it was.

Thirdly, the Grammy’s I guess? I heard Adele won some stuff.

Anddd back to Valentine’s Day. I’m dressed in Slytherin colors and look like a Legitimate Psychopath today, so I guess Eric is a lucky guy, ehhh? Much celebration will be had tonight, when we will feast upon something purchased from Trader Joe’s and fill our cups with only the finest in four-dollar wines. (Post-Valentines Day Edit: AND the most perfect and amazing chocolate cupcakes from the Rosemont Market down the street!!!! Ultimate Chocolate Decadence.)

Good God.

It’s been 2012 for a month.

So heeeyyyyyy guys! Wow, 2011 and stuff, right? It was one YEAR of a year. Boy, was it ever a year.

I suppose there were some happenings, looking back on it. We moved to a new state. We found new jobs. We adopted some cats. We found an apartment. We made friends. We lived (so far) through our second Maine winter (if you can call it winter, AMIRITE? No, but you can call it winter. It’s really cold.) We made important life decisions that are progressing just fine, we swear. We discovered nail art. We witnessed the end of our childhood and all good things, ever again. We made it mostly past the awkward phase of growing our hair out. We found a skincare regimen that works for us.

But none of any of that is important anymore because that was all before I discovered the shiny, glistening television perfection that is Downton Abbey. It’s just….earth shatteringly good. And I don’t exaggerate. EVER. It has imbued me with a profound urge to wear fancy hats and say “Good God!” and meet Dame Maggie Smith so I can become her BFF and we can make snarky comments about everyone while wearing fancy hats. I have also been going out of my way to find books that take place in post WWI England, but really anywhere will do. Like right now Paris will have to do because I am reading The Sun Also Rises. I get the feeling that maybe this won’t be a whole lot like Downton Abbey? But it’s OK because while shenanigans are happening in the book, I can imagine Lord Grantham being handsome and disapproving up in England. And, yes, I will obviously be wearing a fancy hat while reading, too.