Just because someone gets cholera...
Cholera, Swineflu, Deathflu, Rickets, WhateverTHATwasLastYear. Seriously, the man picks up diseases like destination stickers.
I should clarify the 'he let me win' at Scrabble. I'm notoriously bad because I get distracted by all the pretty words I can make. Meanwhile DH is strategically targeting every TW on the board. Thus achieving TW-scores on 'Jerk' and hitting scrabble for 112 points. He's fun to watch.
I just had to go to the Lelo site (I feel so unhip).
Gold-plating?
And if I came across found some of those partners' rings, I'd probably try to use them as Jabra headsets.
The remoulade sauce I made for the TJ crabcakes was quite tasty, so now I'm going to lavish it on my...
Shit. I'm cooking a sausage but I just can't put it in that sentence without the meaning going horribly awry.
Anyway. Weenie with remoulade. Nope. Still bad.
We played D&D for Valentine's day. It was the best ever, if not quite the traditional date night.
I've been pretty good today, but my Facebook is flooded with freinds talking about how they've been with the person in their life for twenty years or more (I know, not everybody is posting that). I'm trying not to let this be a statement about my worth as a person, but I'm only being partially successful. Feh. It helps that other people like my writing enough to perform it. I think that's the only thing keeping this from being a typical crap VDay.
Valentines was takeout Chinese and scrabble. But he let me win.
See, that sounds like a perfect VD date for me, except I'd rather win against a good opponent and thus feel victorious!
I've only ever dated someone two VDays in my life--in one, we were both out of town for work, and in the other, we broke up a few weeks later and it was kind of sucky.
I've spent pretty much all of Valentine's Day working. Not much of anything going on, except endless hours of grading.
Ugh, I'm sorry Sean. I hate Valentine's Day, too.
I'd give anything for one more lousy valentines day with dh. This has been hard.
smonster, what guys do for Valentine's Day is often covered by "never attribute to malice what can be explained by incompetence." I spent years with a bunch of guys in karate, many of whom were in relationships with women they loved, and every year I reminded them about Valentine's Day and several ended up buying flowers at Kroger's on the way home.