This morning I woke up a little late, made lunches, proofread my son's history paper, and then quickly sucked up the dust rhinoceroses in the basement because the internet man was coming (our lines went wonky last night). At 7:18 as I was sending my man off to work I realized I'd forgotten to make the coffee. I fill a travel mug for him every morning. It's my special way of saying "I Love You". So all he got this morning was a kiss, an apology, and a Hefty bag full of kitchen garbage. Happy Valentine's Day.
So I went to the store and bought some steak tips. Meat usually does the trick.
And I made a delicious cake that doesn't look so delicious. Cake always does the trick for me. It'll be fine once it's covered with cherry pie filling and a scoop of ice cream.
Twenty two years and one day ago, my sweetheart proposed to me. I'm not sure why, but I sure am thankful.
3 comments:
Hee Hee. My sentiments exactly. I say what happens in the bedroom most likely started because of what happened - or didn't happen - in the kitchen.
Aww, that's a sweet post. I had a rough entry into VDay too with too many school parties to supply food for. But we pulled it together at the end of the day with some flowers and wine.
Awww...
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