So there’s only one episode of Sex and the City left, and I’m really interested to see how it’s all going to wrap up. I’m not going to give a bunch of spoilers from last night, for those of you who haven’t seen it yet, but suffice it to say, elements are in place for a variety of endings. And I *did* get all choked up at least once. I am so pathetic, I swear. But at least I’m not alone. I know millions of other people will be going through serious withdrawl this time next week.

(I can’t even believe it’s going to be over. Just, over. Done! No more! How come so many shows that aren’t clever and wonderful and stylish and still fresh get to say on FOREVER, but they take one of the only shows I really like and make it end? It’s just not fair. I am tempted to sulk. But I won’t. I promise.)

Meanwhile, V-day was just fine. I got some candy, flowers, very nice indeed, and ate a nice big meal, then continued to celebrate by popping in some of my favorite romantic movies. (My husband escaped upstairs, not that I blamed him.) I had a total Bridget Jones moment, as I realized I was not only watching Bridget Jones, but was also somewhat channeling her, as I sat on the couch, drinking wine and working my way through a Whitman’s sampler. Good times.

Then, last night, we had more snow (just about an inch, no big whoop), and they’re calling for another round of the white stuff tomorrow. Yes, it’s pretty, an yes, it gives me a good excuse to Not Do Much, but man am I ready for short sleeves and flip flops. Bring it on!

(For now, though, I think I’ll go put on another sweater. It’s cold in here.)

have a good day everyone!