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Got me a Valentine

You guys, today is Valentine's Day. I should have done a post on the history of the day, but I don't feel like doing research right now....
Found this interesting video. http://www.history.com/topics/valentines-day/history-of-valentines-day/videos/science-of-love-kissing
Ok now I will get some information.
Who am I kidding? I don't want to read! {OMG who has taken our Cowgirl????}
Fear not, it is still me, I just don't feel like getting information right now. However, I have no work to do in fifth period so I might change my mind then. Did you watch the video above? I did. It was very interesting I think. Especially since my friend and I were discussing the action of kissing yesterday and reminding ourselves that we don't know how. I think kissing (and other things that you wouldn't want your parents to teach you and that I will not discuss here...) are instinctual. Like, I seriously have no clue how to kiss. I got asked yesterday, "If I kissed you, would you kiss back?" I was like um... I don't know. LOL. (If he is reading this he might kill me, I just told the world our conversation.)
ANyway, (I left that word like that for emphasis.) this morning he asked me to be his Valentine which probably means nothing because we live across the country from each other. So, the question of the day is....what does it mean to be someone's Valentine? Let's google it. Google say: they don't know. I found this interesting historical thingy though.
http://www.dictionary.com/e/valentine/
Yahoo says that basically it means y'all are bf gf for a day. So....
Not the pic I was searching for. But it will work.

So....I lost my rhythm. Time to finish my next post on Capturing Moments with Dawn Caudill. You should check it out.

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