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WalMart Is Selling a Reese’s Bouquet for Valentine’s Day So Do NOT BRING ME FLOWERS

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By Jenny Rapson

Valentine’s Day is just a couple of weeks away (even though the Target candy aisle has been decked out in V-Day treats since December 26th. TOO SOON) and loooove is in the air, my friends! It’s time to be wined and dined and um, spend way too much time and money on that perfect Pinterest-y Valentine box for your kids to take to school. Yippeee!!

Girl, let me tell you something: you deserve some romance. After all, you just turned a shoe box into a show piece with a glue gun! And since I was recently informed of a new item available at Walmart.com, I have REDEFINED what romance looks like in my life. And probably yours.

It does not look like a dozen red roses.

It does not look like lingerie.

It does not look like a coupon for a back massage, NO SIREE IT DOES NOT.

This year, and every year hereafter, romance looks like this:

A REESE’S BOUQUET!

You’re not seeing things, Friends! This is a ginormous bouquet o’Reese’s that can make you feel ALLLL the love on Valentine’s Day for the low low price of $44.99. I don’t know about you, but if I had to choose between the smell of a dozen red roses and the smell of two dozen Reese cups on a stick, I’M GOING with the REESE’S! Chocolate and peanut butter for the Valentine-y WIN!

Now, if you’re a deviant and you’d prefer KitKat, Twizzlers, or M&M’s to bind your heart to your significant other’s forever, than you’re in luck! Walmart has those options, too. They even have a Ferrero Rocher bouquet if you’re super-fancy. They also have Baby Ruth bouquets, but I PITY THE FOOL who brings his lady a Baby Ruth bouquet because yuuuuck. Don’t do it, fellas!

But DO bring me a Reese’s bouquet. Valentine’s flowers, though beautiful, are grossly overpriced and are gonna end up dead in the trash in a week. The Reese’s bouquet will be savored for ummm, at least a week (ha!). Those Reese cups are gonna end up not in the trash, but in their true home – MY BELLY – and you, my love, will end up forever in my heart.

Are you with me, Mamas? When I say “gimme some sugar” this Valentine’s Day, I MEAN IT!

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Jenny Rapson is a follower of Christ, a wife and mom of three from Ohio and a freelance writer and editor. You can find her at her blog, Mommin' It Up, or follow her on Twitter.

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