slap in my face

The extreme color of my hair allows me to get away with things that say… blondes or brunettes cannot. I pull the “I can be sassy whenever I want and you can deal with it because I’m a redhead” card a wicked lot every once in a while. So, when the Animal told me he was refusing Valentine’s Day, I thought it would be entirely appropriate to get him something, have it delivered at work, and it would act as a firm slap in the face.

After much thought, I came up with the perfect idea.  He started playing the guitar in the fall and has taken quite a liking to it.  He is actually really good and I love listening to him play (although I could never confess how much I really do love it because then he might start bringing a guitar on all of our dates and I don’t need a third wheel).  I found a FANTASTIC website GT Strings that makes custom guitar picks.  I had 5 different picks made.  On one side was a picture from something we did in our relationship and on the other was a saying to go along with it.  

I found a rockin’ guitar card and wrote in it: Even though you didn’t pick me to be your Valentine, I still picked you. I was proud of that.  The card and gift was to be delivered at work on Valentine’s day by the nurse who introduced us.  However, my slap in the face was blocked when I was swept off my feet—once again—by my man who planned a fun-filled evening at the Bruins.

Even though we spent Friday night eating chocolate covered strawberries after the Bruins game, we still did a little celebrating on the day itself.  I was prepared for dinner and a movie, and that’s just what I got. 

Scallops wrapped in bacon, broccoli, cous cous... we splurged with the bacon

TOY STORY 3!

Not bad for my first official Valentine’s Day celebration in my short 24 years.

Life is so good.