It's been declared.

I'm declaring this February-- the one that I'm currently living in-- great. As in, this is a great February-- meaning better than most Februaries. Presumptuous of me, I know, seeing as it's not even over yet. I just like it. That's all.

{Don't miss your cue. This is your cue to roll your eyes and think-- ugh, those engaged people are so... they're so... just so happy all the time. Gag.}

There are lots of reasons I shouldn't be happy: It's winter and cold. I have a blister on my foot. Oh, and a corn on my foot. See this description of my ugly feet. I don't get enough sleep or enough breakfasts each week. We had a misunderstanding and I overreacted. I often overreact. I am trying not to overreact and I fail which means I feel like a failure. My room is infested with ants, but I still want to keep my open chocolate bar in my room for late-night snacking. Did I mention that it's still winter? I'm trying to plan a wedding but I lack focus and lack desire for a big, official wedding reception. I keep switching what I want. And I have little time to execute what I want because I'm doing school and work.

But it's a still great February. The greatest of Februaries-- and it's not what you think. It's not that I'm engaged, although being in love might have something to do with it-- actually, a lot to do with it. And the Olympics are so awesome. Delicious food is too. Places I've eaten this month: here, here, here, here. Food is my weakness; my poor bank account. Pun intended. New shoes for Valentine's Day are happy (despite the blister). I have a wedding dress-- hint: J.Crew silk tricotine Cecelia. I love to try it on and listen to it swish. I'm planning an overdue Scrabble club meeting. I haven't gotten a parking ticket this month. I started playing the piano again. I have plans to paint more often. And, um, I have a permanent best friend. And actually, it's been a rather mild winter this February.