Valentines Day is here, and let me first apologize by saying to those that I love that haven’t received anything, that clearly this was an ambitious project during THE WORST UNPLANNED HOME IMPROVEMENT PROJECT ON THE FACE OF THE EARTH, WHERE EVERYTHING THAT COULD GO WRONG DID AND I KNOW I’M YELLING, BUT IT’S REALLY TAKEN IT’S TOLE ON ME, ON US, ON OUR KIDS, AND I’M DYING INSIDE.
Thanks, I do feel better now. I’ll tell you all about the twist and turns sometime, but I have to wait until it’s done, to show you the after pictures, and if I don’t see it complete , my post will be all bitter and angry, and I don’t want that.
Anyway, I had hoped to deliver a special something to my sister in Halifax today, but I couldn’t on account of priming my stair spindles. Those little bastards!
I’ll deliver it tomorrow. I don’t want to ruin the surprise by posting it, but let me just say it involves coffee, of which she and I are big fans!
I do want to tell you about what I did for my husband, because, God, he’s really great. I mean that. Really really great! He got me exactly what I wanted for Valentines day. A beautiful, well thought out card. Nothing more, and nothing less. Simple. Sweet. Lovely. And I teared up. Some might think that’s inadequate. But trust me when I say, that in our house right now, we don’t need anything else taking up room. Flowers just don’t belong here among the dust, paint cans and nails. The best thing David can do for me right now is to not get after me over the state of of our house, because quite frankly, I don’t know where to begin.
And what did I get him you ask? I wish I could post a picture, but I can’t. See, since I can’t find anything, on account of the dust and crap, I can’t find my camera battery charger, and my camera, my life line, has run out of juice and that is putting me over the edge. Me…without a camera. Not cool. Instead, I’ll direct you to the blog where I stole the idea from.
David and I, like many couples, decided that we’d have a date once a month. I think that happened twice, and one of them we fell asleep while the kids and the babysitter played outside. Life happens and you don’t do them. But I decided to give him a date a month and write out 12 things and put them in 12 cards all labeled with the month, and that is what we’ll do for that date.
found here. Only mine were less pretty.
They were simple things. ’Go for a drive in your Cuda, have a hot-tub together, I’ll give you a massage’, things that I know he’d like, cause Lord knows, driving in one of his muscles cars isn’t my idea of a good time. We all make concessions for love.
Others were food oriented, because I know that’s the way to his heart. ’I'll cook Don Campbell’s pepper steak, your Mother’s crepes, dinner at The Knot’, things like that.
Then of course others that I can’t show you because if my kids found out they’d require a lifetime of therapy.
Happy Valentines day.