Romance, Married Style
Feb. 15th, 2014 08:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lydamorehouseI'll be honest. Things started out badly for our hero. Shawn woke me up with a card and a classic heart-shaped box full of candy and...
...I had nothing.
Now, that's not to say that I wasn't prepared for Valentines, but, see, I kind of forgot about the whole card exchange thing that we usually did in the morning.
Needless to say, Shawn was a bit disappointed.
So, after dropping her off at work, Mason and I (and about a million tardy husbands and boyfriends) rushed to Kowalski's and got a card for her. Meanwhile, while doing other things on the web, I came across this, which I knew she'd appreciate:
I have a weird THING for the Moon-Moon meme that Shawn has had to suffer through, so I knew she'd appreciate being my Sun-Sun.
About ten minutes after sending along the above, I get a call from Shawn. "OMG. These flowers!"
That's right, my friends, WEEKS ago, I'd put in an order for a metric f*ck ton of red roses. I'd originally wanted to get one for all the years we'd been together (30), but do you even know how much roses cost during Valentine's??? Yeah, I settled for half.... which was probably good, because Shawn said that the people at the help desk, where all deliveries go at the Minnesota Historical Society, said they were wildly jealous when they saw the sheer SIZE of the flower box. It is, in point of fact, quite huge. With the big glass vase, it was almost too heavy for her to carry back to her office.
Shawn also told me that all the women who walked by her office for the rest of the day made happy remarks and pretty much walked away with an expression that could be read as "pretty sure I shoulda been a lesbian, what do you bet when I get home there'll be nothing...?" Shawn said I might be responsible for a lot of Husband/Boyfriend Fail.
Oh.. but was I done?
No, my friends, I am the QUEEN of ROMANCE.
Because, when Shawn got home, what was waiting, besides the Hallmark cards we'd dashed out to get? A dinner delivery at 5:15 pm from the Bitesquad. I happened to come across an Ethiopian Restaurant (alas, not our local favorite,) but one that had Shawn's Yeh Big Wat (phonetic spelling.) I'd set the table with a deep red table cloth, gotten the tall candles out (just like you're supposed to), and pulled out all the fancy china and the pretty wine glasses.
Mason wasn't all that into the spicy stuff, so I'd had a meal ready for him. He ate that with us and then politely excused himself upstairs so we could have private time.
Suffice to say, I had a good Valentine's.
...I had nothing.
Now, that's not to say that I wasn't prepared for Valentines, but, see, I kind of forgot about the whole card exchange thing that we usually did in the morning.
Needless to say, Shawn was a bit disappointed.
So, after dropping her off at work, Mason and I (and about a million tardy husbands and boyfriends) rushed to Kowalski's and got a card for her. Meanwhile, while doing other things on the web, I came across this, which I knew she'd appreciate:
I have a weird THING for the Moon-Moon meme that Shawn has had to suffer through, so I knew she'd appreciate being my Sun-Sun.
About ten minutes after sending along the above, I get a call from Shawn. "OMG. These flowers!"
That's right, my friends, WEEKS ago, I'd put in an order for a metric f*ck ton of red roses. I'd originally wanted to get one for all the years we'd been together (30), but do you even know how much roses cost during Valentine's??? Yeah, I settled for half.... which was probably good, because Shawn said that the people at the help desk, where all deliveries go at the Minnesota Historical Society, said they were wildly jealous when they saw the sheer SIZE of the flower box. It is, in point of fact, quite huge. With the big glass vase, it was almost too heavy for her to carry back to her office.
Shawn also told me that all the women who walked by her office for the rest of the day made happy remarks and pretty much walked away with an expression that could be read as "pretty sure I shoulda been a lesbian, what do you bet when I get home there'll be nothing...?" Shawn said I might be responsible for a lot of Husband/Boyfriend Fail.
Oh.. but was I done?
No, my friends, I am the QUEEN of ROMANCE.
Because, when Shawn got home, what was waiting, besides the Hallmark cards we'd dashed out to get? A dinner delivery at 5:15 pm from the Bitesquad. I happened to come across an Ethiopian Restaurant (alas, not our local favorite,) but one that had Shawn's Yeh Big Wat (phonetic spelling.) I'd set the table with a deep red table cloth, gotten the tall candles out (just like you're supposed to), and pulled out all the fancy china and the pretty wine glasses.
Mason wasn't all that into the spicy stuff, so I'd had a meal ready for him. He ate that with us and then politely excused himself upstairs so we could have private time.
Suffice to say, I had a good Valentine's.