Valentine's Day

Today at work I was talking to a coworker who asked if I have a significant other and if I'm going out for Valentine's Day. (Actually she asked if I have a "bae."  I'm not as cool as she is.)  I told her yes, and that after he and I have been saying to each other for months that we were going to have a date -- and continually setting a time and then not sticking to it -- we're finally having the proper fancy dinner date we were supposed to have months ago.  I then quickly and embarrassedly had to explain that I'm talking about my fiancé with whom I happily live, not some random guy I've been trying to hook up with for months, and I just meant that we always crash on the couch like an old couple rather than going out....

 

And now it's 4:30 pm and I'm home, having changed into an oversized Hanes sweatshirt that I sprayed with perfume that smells like s'mores on a beach at night, and velvet leggings with pink flowers on them, and I have a giant cup of caffeine-free tea in a Curious George mug and another cup of coffee in a Minnie Mouse mug, and I'm curled up on the cushy couch reading The Hound of the Baskervilles with my furry, fluffy cat next to me, and I set the alarm for when I have to get myself up and ready for our date (i.e. change out of my oh-so-comfy-and-cozy lounge-wear, which I have by now melted into), and I'm thinking through my shoe options to figure out how I can look nice without wearing heels because the prospect of walking in heels tonight is just so not appealing, and I think I'm beginning to see why it is we haven't actually gone out on a date in months....