I imagined myself making a beautiful dinner and dessert.
I imagined myself having the table set, complete with center piece & candles.
I imagined myself all dressed up.
With eyeliner, lip stick, and heels.
I wanted to have a card for him, telling him how much I love him.
How he's the best husband on the planet & how
I couldn't do this without him.
I planned on snuggling up on the couch after dinner,
and watching something together.
I just didn't plan on that something being ESPN.
But by the time we got to that point
my plans for a romantic evening together had been
I managed to get actual clothes on
10 minutes before he walked in the door.
That's as far as I got.
10 minutes after that
a lady from the ward showed up with dinner.
Beef. I don't eat beef.
She stayed for about a half hour.
Telling us about her bowling, her plans for not
next summer but the summer after that,
and how cute our baby is.
We did end up eating together. Kind of.
The t.v. dinner I threw in the microwave for myself
was gross, so by the time I heated up something else,
Hubby had finished eating & had relocated to the couch.
aside from the flowers he brought home,
there was NOTHING sweet or romantic or
even having any resemblance of an anniversary.
NEXT YEAR WE ARE GETTING A HOTEL AND
AN OVER-NIGHT BABY SITTER AND IT IS
GOING TO BE A SWEET AND ROMANTIC
EVENING TOGETHER D@&^-IT!