I've got one more small gesture of Valentine's love to share.
Instead of carving our names into the tree
(something that gave me awful visions of jabbing a knife into my face),
I was able to tap them into the soft truck with a hammer and chisel.
I have to say, as sweet as it looks, it was a pretty anti-climatic kind of gift.
I had grand plans to lead Chuck down a candlelit pathway,
but earlier in the day he stumbled during a jog and sprained his ankle.
I knew he wouldn't be into hanging out in the cold, on a blanket, on the ground.
Maybe this spring we'll have a romantic picnic out there.
Well how sweet. Yeah, I'd wait until Spring. But I don't like being cold reeeeeeaaaalll bad.
ReplyDeleteHow did Chuck sprain his ankle? How bad is it?
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