In my head I always say it "Valentimes" for some reason. I don't know why. I'm not going to call it that on here, because I'm not four years old and it might turn some of you off, but you should know that I find it endearing. YOU try shouting: "VALENTIMES!" with no abandon. It's fun. I promise.
When I walked in for lunch on Monday afternoon, I found this little scene:
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| Cliche? Maybe. Still awesome? Most definitely. |
There are a few reasons I loved this:
1) Flowers are awesome.
2)When I called Cory to squeal with delight he said: "You like them? I MADE them." And I just got this picture of him at the flower kiosk in Publix, carefully choosing the perfect pink and purple bouquets. And then he gets home, and carefully combines them into his masterpiece. SWOON.
3) He picked up some milk while he was at it. Two percent.
In return, I decided I would do us both a favor and pick up dinner on my way home. I set the table all pretty and fancy like before I left, just so he would know I put some thought into it.
I was thinking of getting something kind of fancyish...but decided to call Cory and get his input. What did he think we should eat by the candle light?
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| Because nothing says romance like food I have to eat while wearing a bib. |
Ha! Yep, he wanted hot wings. And it sounded delicious to me. So, I picked some up. And they were delicious. And I may have gotten wing sauce on my forehead at one point. I'm hot.
We finally settled in for the evening, ready to watch "Batman: Mystery of the Batwoman" on Netflix (We like Batman, okay?), and Cory was super excited to break into the box of chocolates.
Boxes of chocolates are funny things. The whole "never know what you're gonna get" aspect really gets me. I want to know! So much so, that I'm not opposed to breaking every one of them in half, just to know what kind it is. This was frowned upon in our house growing up, so I had to resort to sneakily poking holes in the bottom of every one to satisfy my curiosity. This soon became even more frowned upon in our house. Imagine my delight when I discovered Cory's method of chocolate box eating.
He rips open the box, and the first thing he looks for is one of those little labeled chocolate box road maps, which they don't tend to include in the..ahem..lower end spectrum of the chocolate heart boxes. He then realizes that this one is going to have to be done the hard way.
He did that to the whole box, letting me know when he got a "good one" that I needed to try. I'm so glad we're on the same page on this one. I'll share a box of chocolates with him any day.
8 comments:
Very sweet. Literally and figuratively. You guys get along the way we did (and do), which is one reason why I love your blog.
I got "lower end spectrum" chocolates too. The mini box. I only ate one, but bit every single other one in half. Huge bouquet of daisies, though, and five or six hand-made Valentine cards from Allen in my Valenbot.
Oh, and Allen only says "Valentimes"--he never says it with an 'n.'
I wish I knew what "I Less Than Three You" means. But I don't. I two you? I one you? I zero you? I don't get it.
hahaha--I <3 you.
You'll figure it out. :)
Also, let it be known that Cory didn't like that title, because he said no one would get it.
He didn't get it.
I get it. It's like a sideways heart. A LAZY heart.
Now I know the texting secret (you know I don't have a cell phone still).
this post was awesome b/c... Wing sauce on ur forehead!!! That's how you enjoy some waaaangs sister! And b/c you poked holes in all the chocolates as a child! Lolololol clever and hilarious!
love this blog :o)
I got the same chocolates for Jesse. He just bites right into them, says, "this one is gross," and then pops the rest of it in his mouth and finishes it. Eats the whole box. I, on the other hand only eat a handful of the chocolates because they have too many weird flavors.
That is so awesome! :) I'm glad y'all had a great Valentine's Day!
Valentimes.....LOL, that is exactly how Juan says it! "But that's all it is now, a time for valens."
Ah yes, the frowning was most definitely from me. Holes in my selected chocolate, for shame!
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