My least favorite holiday.
Really, I don't like it at all.
And this year really wasn't any different.
I went to work at 7AM, and John disappeared.
I tried to get a hold of him for over four hours, and before I went to class I decided I had to go make sure he wasn't dead.
As I was driving to our house (this is after noon), he calls me.
He was asleep.
I had a panic attack for no reason.
I was kind of livid.
We both got off about six, came home, and the dinner I had in the crock-pot was ruined.
Burned, nasty, NOT orange, chicken.
So we went to sushi. And that was actually delicious.
Then we came home and John started cleaning.
So I started making chocolate covered strawberries with cheese cake (pictured below).
By the time I was done with them, it was ten, and of course, we got a call from a tenant who had locked herself out.
There isn't a picture of flowers in this collage...that's because I didn't get any.
Someone drop a hint.
I made these fun treats for our Valentine exchange at the Lawrence's on Sunday. They are so easy, and they tasted so yummy!!
Anyway, we will be attending Monster Jam (monster truck rally) next weekend. That was John's gift.
thrilled. I just have to keep reminding myself it's a sacrifice I'm willing to make for my husband to enjoy himself.