Yesterday I spent some time online looking for a great picture of a girl in Valentine’s Day Lingerie to post here on my blog to spread the love to you, my awesome readers. But I got distracted by all the pretty girls in lingerie and suddenly it was supper time and my kids were hungry and I had a million things I needed to do. So, I didn’t get to share a pretty picture with you.
It made me sad.
I hope you can forgive me.
I didn’t buy you flowers either. Or chocolate. Or lingerie.
Or anything sparkly with a big fat price tag… *heh* I’m a sorry excuse for a significant (other) blogger.
Yesterday I did the most unromantic thing I could think of. I made panzerottis for dinner, stayed in and watched horror movies.
It was like Halloween, but better! True I didn’t get to try on a new, fancy costume, but I was celebrating a day about love my way and it felt great. Sans ribbons, bows, flowers, chocolates or a girl’s sparkily best friend.
There *may* have been alcohol involved.
But you can’t prove anything.
Unless you go through my trash.
In that case you can prove lots of things.
You could also probably blackmail me with what you find in there… hmmm….
Note to self : Begin burning trash.
I ended up texting Nicole last night. She was out with a few of her single lady friends celebrating, dancing, drinking and doing crazy acrobatics that make me wonder how they didn’t all break a bone. Or at least a nail.
This little girl (she’s actually shorter than me.. I LOVE IT!) with the giraffe tattoo has one sip of alcohol and suddenly she believes she is a mexican jumping bean crossed with a ninja. I have seen her try to run up a wall and flip over backwards. (She landed on her tailbone.)
I have seen her do cartwheels. (Successfully… when on the ground. She tried to convince me to let her do it on the bar, but I wasn’t biting. Even while drunk.)
I’ve seen her do flips.
I have also had to stop her from trying to walk a bride railing. ON HER HANDS.
I’m no psychic, but I think I know how this girl is going to die.
Next time we go out drinking, I’m so taking pictures. And sharing. Yes, there will be lots and lots of sharing.
Anyway, she texted me this morning that her ankle was pretty sore on her way into work. By the end of the work day, apparently it had swollen to three times its normal size.
And yet, she still refuses to go to the emergency room.
I basically threatened to drive the half an hour to her place, wrestle her into my car, and take her to the emergency room myself. But she wasn’t biting.
She did say I could show up in a nurse’s uniform and take care of her though.
I’m so thoughtful.
So I guess Nicole and I won’t be doing any ice skating in the near future (thank God!)
Our next date may have to be indoors. I’m thinking a movie. And popcorn. And kissing. And… well… we’ll see about what happens after the popcorn runs out.