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V-Day

So much has happened between Valentine’s Day and now, I never got to stop and post about our V-day.

I made a big breakfast for the clan in the morning, which is something I enjoy doing.  If only morning wasn’t usually so early.    The man and I were going to be heading out on a date with two other couples that night and there were a few things I wanted to get done before leaving.  After making breakfast, I went against all of the voices in my head, and laid down for a little nap, and that’s where everything started going wrong.

I woke up to my two oldest daughters setting up a Valentine Diner for us.  (Nothing wrong about this!)  Abigail had hoped to make us dinner, but had to change it up since we had dinner plans.  They set up a cute little table, had aprons, platters… everything was well planned.  Lunch was a sandwich with chips.  Our appetizer was edamame and hummus with pita chips, and dessert was to be heart shaped brownies.  They were so sweet in taking our orders and serving us.  When the dessert came in, I was most proud.  I saw this messy pile of broken up brownie on a red plate.  They called it valentine mud pie.  Apparently, they had trouble cutting out the brownies and everything fell apart, so they changed it up a bit.  This made my heart smile.  Usually, Abigail falls to pieces when things don’t go as planned.  And yet, here she was, with a smile on her face, so proud of this brownie masterpiece.  They even put some of their Valentine candy in it – sprinkles too.  I suppose I should’ve taken a lesson from my eldest daughter.

I had intended to wear a certain top for our date, which was a little more hip and modern than I normally wear.  It required a strapless bra.  (I just lost all of my male readers…)  If only my “mom boobs” fit into the strapless bra that I have.  Last time I wore it I was not acting as a food source.  I probably should have tested this much earlier in the week, but I was sure it’d be fine.  It wasn’t.  And even hubby thought it probably wasn’t a good idea.  So, now I have NOTHING of course.  The man, being v-day and all, encouraged me to go buy myself a new top.  Most women would jump at this.  I, on the other hand, already knew this would take a small miracle and more than the hour or two that I had.  After 15 tops, I was still unsuccessful, no polish on my nails (something else I wanted to do – that darn nap), and my sitter would be there soon.  SIGH  I looked “fine”, and that’s not the “damn girl, you look fine!” That’s the “how do I look? oh, fine.”  Whatever!  I’m over it.

What I am not over is the valet driver where we went that night, backed my car into a tree and failed to mention it.  Didn’t find it until the next morning.  Insurance is stalking them now.  hehehe

Click on the photo below to see  some pictures of our Valentine Diner. 

Valentine’s Day Diner