So last night was Valentine’s Day (tired of hearing those two words together at this point? – because I am) anddd I sat at home with my dog. As I’ve mentioned before, I’m seeing a younger guy, and I was delighted when he asked me to be his Valentine. Do you think I hinted about that at all?
Anywho, last week his boss told him that he had to cover for his co-worker’s vacation, therefore switching his day off from Wednesday to Thursday. This meant that he would wake up at 3:15AM to work his two jobs (one after the other), drive an hour to take me out, and then drive another hour to go back home again…sleeping for an hour and waking up at 3:15AM again. Did you just get tired reading that? Because I was exhausted hearing it.
Therefore, I insisted that we postpone our Valentine’s Day plans until today, the day after V-Day. I stayed in with my family, cooked kickass stuffed mushrooms, and did some video editing.
My brother walked in the room, saw me in my heart pajamas, and said, “Hey, why aren’t you out to dinner?”
“He had to work, plus he wasn’t really feeling well, so I told him that we’ll just go out tomorrow,” I replied.
“Oh, so he’s out with another girl, then, huh? Hahaha,” my brother shot back.