 |
(Credit: Wikipedia commons) |
Dear Husband,
Happy Valentine's Day! I wanted to be extra romantic this
year, so here are some of the things I've done today in the name of our love:
I had a shower - a long one, with a smell test afterwards
and everything. I shaved my wintery armpits
so they no longer resemble a baby gorilla's forehead. Best. Gift. Ever.
I vacuumed all the dog hair! Well, most of the dog hair. Ok,
only the stuff on the main floor, but first impressions are everything, right?
You'll be so blinded by the clean floors in the front hall that you won't even
notice the balls of fur collecting on your feet as you walk up the stairs and make your way to the bedroom later. Sasquatch lovin'.
You know all the toys and art supplies the boys leave all
over the living room? The ones that drive you crazy because there never seems
to be a spot for them? I sorted them and put them away! And by "sorted"
I mean "thrown into a basket" and by "put away" I mean "stuffed
precariously in the corner of the living room". It's like our very own
plastic leaning Tower of Pisa.
I created art for you! See above paragraph.
I ate all the Reece's Pieces a few minutes ago so you
wouldn't be tempted to eat them later. I care about your health goals.
Finally, I wrote you a few poems. I can't decide which one
is my favourite:
Roses are red
Daisies are yellow,
Come sit next to me,
You fine fellow
#BustAMove
Are you happy to see me?
Hey, what's in your pocket?
Oh, is that what it was?
I'd hoped it was chocolate. :(
Roses are red,
Coffee is brown,
Brew me a cup,
Or I'll never go down
You can pick your favourite and we'll have it tattooed
on your fine self.
You lucky, lucky bastard.
Love,
Maven