Happy Valentine's Day!

Ya, I know, it's not actually Valentine's Day.

It is for me, though.

See what I got....



Wanna know why?

(Of course you do! This blog is nothing if it's not full of sarcastic, funny stories about the love that Christian and I share.)

Ok then, I'll tell you the story about the poor, misguided boyfriend. It's ok though internets, you don't need to feel bad for him. He's learning.

(The hard way.)

So the night before Valentine's Day (a Friday night), Christian went out for "a beer" with his friend. And, by the way, that statement is at the end of its rope for me. As if, a beer? Seriously. Let's just be honest here. He should probably just say, "I'm going out for 12-15 beers, and then I'm going to come home slobbering drunk. I'll probably wake you up, fart a whole bunch and then snore really loud. Oh, and I might breathe my hot, beer breath on your face too."

Anyways, I digress.

So let's just say that Christian came home when most people are getting out of bed for work. I had put out his little V-Day gift before I went to bed. (A one hour massage and a card.) That morning Vance and I left the house for hockey and whatever else we had to do that day. When I came home, really mad, at 4pm he was camped out on the couch. His gift was still sitting there untouched. I barked told him to open his stupid gift before we left the house at 6pm. We were going out for dinner and a movie with my sister and her date. Which I had planned for us. Christian couldn't even partake in a glass of wine with dinner, because he was still hungover from that "one beer" he drank the night before.

Anyways, after I yelled at him we talked it out, he said to me "You'll get your Valentine's Day, yet."




Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

( Shut up. I love him.)