That's a little Valentine's Day joke.
On the off chance that I would ever write a love letter to a person I live with, I wouldn't be posting it on a public blog.
I am curious to see if my stats for this post are way down since who would want to read that?
Here's a funny Valentine's Day story (at least it was funny to me). When Eric and I were engaged in 2008, I really wanted to cook him a steak, but I'd never cooked meat. Everyone at work had different opinions on how to cook it so I got overwhelmed and pulled into Outback on my way home and got takeout. I hid all the takeout containers and told Eric I'd cooked it myself, and he was duly impressed, which shows he's a man. A woman would have noticed that not a single dish appeared to be dirtied in the process.
The next morning a local radio show was asking for listeners to call in and share if how their Valentine's Day went. I called in and bragged about how awesome I was for fooling my fiance, and they asked if they could call him and reveal the secret on the air. So, we totally got to be February 15th radio celebrities and at least one person I know heard us by chance.
In 2009 I was a real live wife so I felt obligated to cook Eric and actual steak.
|The watch wasn't a v-day gift. He went through a phase of needing it in every picture.|
Good story, huh? In 2012 Valentine's Day exploded in our apartment.
|Flowers from Eric, the rest from children|
Really generous students + zero willpower around sweets = textbook fueling for a marathon. Runner's World should do a special on me.
So far my taper has included an hour on the trainer on Monday. Check out my sweet setup.
Good thing I had him take it right when I started. Apparently he was exhausted.
I can't type anymore, in fact, I can barely see straight due to my sugar induced delirium. I've already made one questionable race decision and I need to step away from the computer before I do more damage.