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EVERY YEAR, SEXY NERD?! I THOUGHT YOU WERE A SMART GUY!
It's Valentine's Day at 6:31pm and I'm reposting a previous Valentine's Day FAIL because, as of now, Sexy Nerd is setting himself up for another trip to the doghouse. Maybe he has something (anything?!?!?) romantic planned that he'll surprise me with in the next hour or so before bed?!
I got out the bottle of champagne that's been chilling in the fridge since before New Year's Eve. He didn't want to open it then, and he doesn't want to open it tonight. He suggests we "save it" for my birthday in April.
AAAARGH!
Okay, here's that old post. Maybe he will read it tomorrow and remember what he has to do:
Did Sexy Nerd sweep me off my feet for our 2nd Valentines Day as a married couple? Well, not exactly. Not at all, in fact. I had told him beforehand that he didn't need to buy me anything - just being nice to me would be a perfect day. Specifically, I wanted him to give me a foot rub, which is something he never, ever does.
Sexy Nerd remembered that he didn't need to give me a gift, but he forgot the part about being nice. The day started with him getting out of bed before I woke up. When I came downstairs, he was on the couch, watching racing. (He is always watching racing. As I write this, he's watching drag racing. Earlier, he was watching Nascar.) I announced I was going to go get his gift. I assumed that he would also be getting my gift while I was away. Nope. Here is a word of advice, guys. When your wife or girlfriend says you don't have to get her anything, don't believe it! At least a card would have been nice. Or chocolate. FYI, Sexy Nerd, I loooooove chocolate!
Next, I made myself a bowl of oatmeal for breakfast. Sexy Nerd must have sensed that I was unhappy with him (maybe it was the occasional, theatrical "sigh" sound coming from the other room) because he pulled himself away from the TV to see what I was up to. He told me he was going to make breakfast, but since I had already started making oatmeal, he went back to watching TV. He was going to make breakfast? He had been up for more than an hour!
The day progressed with more TV and more ignoring each other (a typical day for us), with the exception of me making Sexy Nerd a fancy lunch and 2 kinds of his favorite cookies. We also went to see a performance he'd been looking forward to at Popejoy Hall, which was part of the ticket package I'd bought him for our 2 year anniversary.
That night, it seemed for a moment that Sexy Nerd was going to redeem himself. He made dinner! Well, technically he just heated dinner up (canned cream of chicken soup), but based on how little he'd done for Valentines Day (nothing), I was grasping at straws by this point. Making soup was going to save the day.
Sexy Nerd lost all his dinner-making points when he asked me if I wanted any of the soup! o_O
Going to bed, I asked Sexy Nerd if he'd had a good Valentines Day. Yes, he said. He had loved his gift and his fancy lunch and going to Popejoy Hall and his homemade cookies (2 different kinds!). We're a young, newlywed couple. It's only downhill from here! Sick of his selfish, lazy jerk ways, I told him it was the worst Valentines Day ever and stormed off to sleep in the other room.
In typical "Sexy" Nerd fashion, he went to sleep instead of following me.
At some point during the night, or perhaps when he was at his office the next day, surely hearing about all the nice things his coworkers had done for their wives, it occurred to Sexy Nerd that he was in quite a bit of trouble. So, I came home from work to this:
Damn. How can I stay mad at that?
Still, I had better get some chocolate next year!
It's Valentine's Day at 6:31pm and I'm reposting a previous Valentine's Day FAIL because, as of now, Sexy Nerd is setting himself up for another trip to the doghouse. Maybe he has something (anything?!?!?) romantic planned that he'll surprise me with in the next hour or so before bed?!
I got out the bottle of champagne that's been chilling in the fridge since before New Year's Eve. He didn't want to open it then, and he doesn't want to open it tonight. He suggests we "save it" for my birthday in April.
AAAARGH!
Okay, here's that old post. Maybe he will read it tomorrow and remember what he has to do:
Did Sexy Nerd sweep me off my feet for our 2nd Valentines Day as a married couple? Well, not exactly. Not at all, in fact. I had told him beforehand that he didn't need to buy me anything - just being nice to me would be a perfect day. Specifically, I wanted him to give me a foot rub, which is something he never, ever does.
Sexy Nerd remembered that he didn't need to give me a gift, but he forgot the part about being nice. The day started with him getting out of bed before I woke up. When I came downstairs, he was on the couch, watching racing. (He is always watching racing. As I write this, he's watching drag racing. Earlier, he was watching Nascar.) I announced I was going to go get his gift. I assumed that he would also be getting my gift while I was away. Nope. Here is a word of advice, guys. When your wife or girlfriend says you don't have to get her anything, don't believe it! At least a card would have been nice. Or chocolate. FYI, Sexy Nerd, I loooooove chocolate!
Next, I made myself a bowl of oatmeal for breakfast. Sexy Nerd must have sensed that I was unhappy with him (maybe it was the occasional, theatrical "sigh" sound coming from the other room) because he pulled himself away from the TV to see what I was up to. He told me he was going to make breakfast, but since I had already started making oatmeal, he went back to watching TV. He was going to make breakfast? He had been up for more than an hour!
The day progressed with more TV and more ignoring each other (a typical day for us), with the exception of me making Sexy Nerd a fancy lunch and 2 kinds of his favorite cookies. We also went to see a performance he'd been looking forward to at Popejoy Hall, which was part of the ticket package I'd bought him for our 2 year anniversary.
That night, it seemed for a moment that Sexy Nerd was going to redeem himself. He made dinner! Well, technically he just heated dinner up (canned cream of chicken soup), but based on how little he'd done for Valentines Day (nothing), I was grasping at straws by this point. Making soup was going to save the day.
Sexy Nerd lost all his dinner-making points when he asked me if I wanted any of the soup! o_O
Going to bed, I asked Sexy Nerd if he'd had a good Valentines Day. Yes, he said. He had loved his gift and his fancy lunch and going to Popejoy Hall and his homemade cookies (2 different kinds!). We're a young, newlywed couple. It's only downhill from here! Sick of his selfish, lazy jerk ways, I told him it was the worst Valentines Day ever and stormed off to sleep in the other room.
In typical "Sexy" Nerd fashion, he went to sleep instead of following me.
At some point during the night, or perhaps when he was at his office the next day, surely hearing about all the nice things his coworkers had done for their wives, it occurred to Sexy Nerd that he was in quite a bit of trouble. So, I came home from work to this:
Alton Brown's Enchilada Lasagna - it tastes a lot better than it looks.
Damn. How can I stay mad at that?
Still, I had better get some chocolate next year!