Valentine's Day
Yeah. It's Valentine's Day. DrummerWife and I have never really been big on V-Day. We acknowledge it, accept that some people get insanely bent ou of shape over the ficticious holiday, but we don't really go all that nuts over it. A couple years back, the V-Day before we got married, I had a bouquet of roses delivered to her parent's house, and then a few years before that - back when we're a'courtin' - we went and had pictures taken for Valentine's Day. That's about it. No overly grand gestures or anything.
This year is no different. We're exchanging cards - she already got hers, since I was the only one of us to remember to actually buy the card BEFORE the holiday ;) - and I'm picking up some fresh chocolate-covered strawberries today that we both ordered together a few days ago. Our excuse this year is that we're trying to conserve finances with DrummerBaby on the way and all.
Anyway, I spent yesterday bombed out of my gourd from Tylenol PM, which I took to alleve the cramped-up back I received from shovelling about 40,000 metric tons of snow on Sunday. It would have been easier if DrummerWife could have lent me a hand, but we all know that's not possible. So, I picked up a heating pad at a large, blue, corporate-behemoth of commercialism that prominently features a smiley-face in it's advertising. I spent a solid 4 hours on that thing yesterday, and I'm feeling about 4000 times better today. Huzzah.
This year is no different. We're exchanging cards - she already got hers, since I was the only one of us to remember to actually buy the card BEFORE the holiday ;) - and I'm picking up some fresh chocolate-covered strawberries today that we both ordered together a few days ago. Our excuse this year is that we're trying to conserve finances with DrummerBaby on the way and all.
Anyway, I spent yesterday bombed out of my gourd from Tylenol PM, which I took to alleve the cramped-up back I received from shovelling about 40,000 metric tons of snow on Sunday. It would have been easier if DrummerWife could have lent me a hand, but we all know that's not possible. So, I picked up a heating pad at a large, blue, corporate-behemoth of commercialism that prominently features a smiley-face in it's advertising. I spent a solid 4 hours on that thing yesterday, and I'm feeling about 4000 times better today. Huzzah.
Comments
Drummer -- you should try some of those heating pads you attached to your back and then you can wear it while you are at work. They work great!!