20 February 2009
Valentine's this year wasn't one of our greatest. First of all, it was on Saturday. And I think that's lame. So on Friday W and I planned on taking a trip downtown to have lunch with Taylor and bring him a Valentines present. When I got up on Friday morning, I got right to work baking and melting chocolate. First thing that goes wrong - I take my sugar cookie dough out of the fridge and its TOTALLY crumbly, so I cut in some more butter and it turns out ok, but it's not going to be done in time for me to take frosted cookies to Tay. Boo. I'm a little disappointed, but decide giving them after work will be just fine. THEN, mid-cookie crisis, Warren throws up all over the rug. (He had a cold and just coughed too hard, I'm guessing. Dang this gag reflex!) So I stop baking to scrub my child and the carpet. Now I'm farther behind, but my other treats are coming along alright. I decide just to take a sampling of treats for W to pass out to some of Dad's work buds. We're about ready to go when I walk into a winter wonderland in the hallway. W found the baking soda I used on the carpet and sprinkled/dumped/threw the entire box all over. Sweet. Do you know how hard it is to sweep up baking soda?? Kinda hard, especially when you're in a rush to catch a train. We meet Taylor and everything is fine. I give him his treat basket later. Oh, except the U broke on my I (heart) U cookie. Now it says "I (heart) backwards J". Perfect.
Saturday is V-day. Taylor tells me he's off to get the candy he knows I want. But I ask to go with him so I can pick exactly what goes in that box. I think that makes me incredibly rude and unromantic, but I had specifics in my brain. So we all go and then run some errands afterward. That night we decided to take out the Elders in our ward since i knew they didn't have a dinner appointment. It's almost time to go and I get suddenly so sick. I feel awful. Probably has something to do with the polish dog I inhaled at Costco earlier. I stayed home and didn't even get a Valentine's dinner. I moped around and took a 3 hour nap. Then, just before bed, I brush my teeth and hurl up the entire contents of my stomach. But I feel better.
Here's hoping next year is a little more awesome. I doubt it'll take much.