Note to self: Axe? Not a great idea unsupervised.
There wasn't anything for me, and I didn't really care. The smiling faces of my gorgeous little family were all I was hoping for, and I was happy.
We were out of coffee, and I said I'd go get another bag. 10 minutes after waiting for him to say, "No, honey, it's Valentine's Day. Let me," I headed out the door. I decided to splurge on a big, fancy latte, the kind I refuse to waste the money on normally, and I was happy.
The Donor got ready for work and with a kiss to everyone's cheek was out the door. A few hours later, having not heard from him, I decided to email him a picture of myself in, um, a Valentinesy sort of position on the bedroom floor with a caption that simply read, "Hurry home, baby." No, I will not show you the picture. I was nervous, that sort of thing being really out of character for me, but I was happy.
A little while later, he replied. I opened his email which read, and I quote:
"Holy Shit! Did you clean the bedroom?"
I was not happy anymore.
And so my new Valentine and I wish you all a very happy Valentine's Day weekend.
Too harsh? Yeah, I should at least find one that looks like him, huh?
That works out much better.