I realized that i didn’t detail my Valentine’s day, and i should have.
first, i worked. when i got through, i arrived at twitch’s house, where we had planned to drink a six pack and buck the traditions of loving couple-ness with board games. we are SO cool, with our conscious lack of couple-ness. Ahem.
as i popped the yeungling in the fridge, though, he informed me that we had other plans. “We,” he said, “are going out.”
I went into panic-mode. What? We are? but i am not wearing makeup! and i don’t have any with me! and i just got off work! and i am not groomed or dressed to go OUT! and i didn’t budget for OUT! All those thoughts raced through my mind, mingled with the following:
‘Ohmygod. We planned to spend VD together which is HUGE, and that made me giddy enough! but! OMG! he wants to take me OUT! we NEVER go out together! how the HELL can i say no to THIS!’
yeah.
so i didn’t say no. i smiled and nodded, and as i turned to go see what sense i could make of my hair, he dropped a little bomb.
“I am serving [ex| with divorce papers.”
i stopped dead in my tracks, i turned, he stared, he nodded once, and that was it. He walked away, leaving me standing there silent.
ho. lee. shit.
THIS IS EVEN HUGER!
I went into the bathroom, looked in the mirror, grinned super wide, and put my hair as close to rights as i could manage.
We went to Geri’s and sang karaoke, and we had a BALL. when we got home, he did the door-lock-hot-look-thing, and said ‘you aren’t going to work tomorrow.’
…and we promptly laid down, he draped an arm on me, and we fell asleep. :)
and no, i didn’t go to work.
;)
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