It's finally February.
And you know what that means?
I'm going to start playing Sam Cooke every night as a prepare dinner in the kitchen,
and wear lacy undershirts and bubblegum pink lipstick,
and buy a stack of doilies and a jar of red hots.
Because...it's the month of love!
And, even though I am waiting for someone to say to me,
"Emily, you're the pie in the sky, the bee's knees,
and the cat's meow. Boy-oh-boy you make my heart pitter patter,
and my stomach do flip flops!
The mere thought of you makes me go bananas,"
I know that they're out there.
So c'mon cupid!
Whattcha making me do all this waiting for?
Draw back that bow!