Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Happy Chubby Baby with Weapon Day

I texted Clint this morning with the following message:
Happy Hallmark-Created Day! 
He replied with:
Happy chubby baby with weapon day! Xoxoxo
As you can see, my husband and I are eternal romantics.  

Tonight for Valentine's Day, Clint's parents will be watching our kids, so we will be going out on a "date".  Isn't it funny how when you're married, you feel like you have to put the word date in quotes?  It's almost like admitting, Hey, we've been at this way too long now to have any over-romanticized notions of...well, anything.  At any rate, we were originally planning to start our evening off with a little pistol-shooting, cuz nothing says "I love you" quite like spraying bullets all over stuff.  After shooting, we were planning to go out to that awesome sushi restaurant we tried for Clint's birthday; the one in the middle of nowhere.  But now I'm not so sure about the first part of our plans.  I got about four hours of sleep last night (I blame Shannon for engaging me in pointless arguments on facebook), and although I feel wide awake right now, I'm concerned that I might be a bleary-eyed zombie later.  Which normally wouldn't bother me, but a bleary-eyed zombie packing heat is a whole different level.  Plus my contacts have been really bad lately.  I just ordered new lenses from Costco, but those won't come in until next weekend.  I'm thinking I might have to hold off shooting until I have more optimal eyeballs.  On the plus side, whenever I see a tea bag lying around, I actually know it's a tea bag--not a mouse (haha Sho). 

I haven't received my V-day gift from Clint yet, although I know it's something he finds really amusing, because every time the subject gets brought up, he can't seem to stop laughing.  I went shopping for him yesterday and decided to wreak a little vengeance on him by buying him the most enormous heart-shaped box of chocolates that I could find.  You should see this thing--it's ridiculous.  I'll try to post a pic later.  I also got him one of those obnoxiously giant cards to match.

I looked through my whole mini-journal for some sweet or romantic poem to quote in honor of today, but then I realized, I don't write sweet or romantic poetry.  Damn.  But if anyone ever invents a St. Clandestine Day, I'll have lots of words to help commemorate it.     

To you and yours, Happy Valentine's Day!