Feb 15 2008
Chocolate dipped strawberries. Only one problem…
This is what I got for Valentine’s Day. Yummy chocolate dipped strawberries. In dark chocolate.
Strawberries are good for you. So is dark chocolate.
They’re wonderful.
There’s only one problem…
There won’t be any left tomorrow. *sigh* lol
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Well, that’s one box of strawberries dipped in chocolate more than me.
We don’t do Valentine’s Day.
Instead, I got to stop at the bodyshop with Mr. Fracas, and told how much the repair bill would be to replace the rear windshield on the brand new jeep. Seems because it’s new, they won’t be considering a faulty glass or installation is the reason I came outside and found it blown out. No, I’m supposed to wait until more cases roll in that are similar, and THEN I can fight with them to be reimbursed.
Arrrrr. I wish I had me sword in me sash that day. I did however, tell the guy that when the gal who made this decision happened to be in town next week, to tell her I’d wrestle her for it. Seriously. I said that. I told him I was pretty sure I could “take her”. They laughed.
But they probably were thinking to themselves, “Yeah.. a couple of broads fighting over a repair bill… will their be mud?”
Mr. Fracas sometimes thinks I’m nuts. I bet Mr. Atlindas will agree. Tell him I said hi. I promise not to wrestle him.
LOL
Yeah…. they’re hoping for mud. You know it. Apparently it’s the next best thing to wet tshirts. *rolls eyes*
We don’t *do* Valentine’s Day either… or birthdays, for that matter… so it shocked the heck out of me. I could probably count the Valentine gifts I’ve received (in my life) on one hand.
I had chicken in the oven for supper, and then he came home with crab legs and a box of choc/strawberries.
I know what we’re having for supper today… the chicken we were going to have yesterday. lol.
Oh man do those look good! I’m slobbering on my keyboard.
They were really good. Past tense. They’re all gone. *sigh*
lol
Aww.. you better give that Mr. Atlindas one of those sister-in-law-y noogies from me. That was what Valentine’s Day is supposed to be about… bringing someone something when it’s not expected. That’s why we don’t do Valentine’s Day. I’d rather have chocolate covered strawberries because it’s some random day he thought I needed something to cheer me up, not because Hallmark has enough ads to consider ones’ self bopped on the head with them.
I think we think the same. Gee. Our husband-type people are so lucky to have us, aren’t they?