It is Valentimes night.....

after a long day of despair, (I know, I am SUCH a girl, right?!?!) I have decided to have a lovely evening with my hubby.

I mean after all, he is the love of my life. There is no one else on this earth I would rather spend my time with.
He makes me laugh, he gives me the "good feelings" (you know what I mean) and we like each other...still! We have been together for 8 years now, that is a long time to be with someone and still like them. I think anyway. Especially someone that you live with everyday, and share chores, kids and money with. 

So I asked him before I left work for the day.."did you get me anything for Valentimes day??" to which he replied, "nothing big, I mean, I got you a card and something for us to share"
I just didn't want to show up empty handed, and by the way, this is my absolute least favorite holiday of the year....
So I stopped at the drug store, thinking I would grab him a card and maybe a fishing magazine....
But as I shopped the card aisle,  I got so disgusted and the only thing I thought I would want to write in the card is, "Here's a card, I love you and I hate this fucking holiday". That being my thoughts, I decided it best to fore go the card and just go home.
On may way home he asked me to pick up something for us to drink. OK I thought, perfect! I will get us some "good" beer. 

And when I got home I saw on the porch the reason why he asked me to pick something up....poor guy.

That's right, a broken bottle of wine......he was trying.

And I did not get to finish this one as I would have liked, but I am going to post before it is too late to post anyValentines stuffs......

So we enjoyed our beers, shared a bowl of rice and I snuck off to bed because I was too tired to hear the arguement as to why I can not just go to sleep on Valentines night.