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:
|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?
|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.