There was, in fact, Strawberry Shortcake after dinner last night. Congratulations if that’s what you guessed (though no one commented, so I have no idea what you were all thinking). It was primo time, right after Valentine’s Day (so the strawberries were excellent). I got those and some Cool Whip (no, I didn’t make my own – I’m not made of time), and some puff pastry shells because that’s all I could find at the tiny grocery store I was at.
And they turned out delicious. Yum!
So did the chicken fettuccine alfredo, with rotisserie chicken from Cub and a jar of Alfredo from Ragu (or some such brand). Plus, I washed the dishes. Because I do actually appreciate the sacrifices makes and the ways he supports me as I go to school. And sometimes, you gotta do more than just say it. You gotta say it with food.
It all started 6 months ago on a then-unknown website (that I can no longer access at work, so that link might be totally wrong)….
I suppose I don’t really need to say much more here, since I’ve chronicled (probably way too much) our relationship (ad nauseum) on this blog. Congrats to , for putting up with me this long (especially considering he’s read the archives….).
6 months, who ever thunk it?
All together now, "awwwwww......"
I'm loving this picture, maybe more so than the one I took of the apple last fall.
Do I have the best boyfriend or what? And all he got were some really ugly pajama pants. Seriously. They looked much cuter online. But that’s OK, because I can return them and we can pick out new ones that he’d actually wear.
Was love in the air where you were? Tell me about your Valentine’s Day (in the comments, of course)!
Found these from another blog, thought I’d link to them. 8th Annual Valentine’s Day Poems. So totally not in the spirit of things.
I don’t know what I ever did to deserve to , but I’m sure glad.
Warning: Revealing the undying romantic in me here that, despite what the world has thrown at me, refuses to give up hope and still believes in the fairytale….
Oh, screw that. I can’t bring myself to be that… vulnerable today. (We all know I have problems with this – I’m working on it, really.) Suffice it to say, there was swooning today, and my inner romantic deliquesced a bit.
I almost forgot to mention the very best part of Saturday night. After I got home, I realized that I smelled like him.