shmalentimes

I have the best valentine in the USA. He started the morning with waking me up early (8:15... sooooo early.) saying "how fast can you get ready?" what the heck rich?! I said I didn't want to go anywhere. he then threw a stack of books at me and said "GET THE %(*# OUT OF BED!!!" After I checked my look in the mirror, noticing I had a black eye, (greaaat) we hopped in the car and headed to breakfast at Goldy's of course.

Then I had to work all night, but I made pretty good tips so I didn't mind. I surprised Blake with Martinellis and champagne glasses that I borrowed from my work place, as well as your typical cheezy valentines balloon that was put to good use when we turned the fan on and let the string get all tangled in the fan blades and let the balloon pop. Then blake swallowed the leftover helium and wished me a happy valentines day in his best chipmunk voice.

pretty simple; no roses, no confetti and rose petals, no italian men serenading me at my door step, no candy-gram. I have come to realize that Blake is a simple man. and I suppose I like that.

oh and all that about throwing the books and the black eye... I just put that in for dramatic effect. weird what valentines day does to you.