Inspector Climate and I have spent a lot of time talking about what we are going to do for Valentine's Day. I hate even writing about it because I think it's silly - the day is silly I mean. Originally he was going to cook me dinner and give me a massage (did I mention his career as a climatologist is his second, his first was as a physio...mmmm back rubs). Which I think is perfect, however, he felt like he wasn't doing enough for me (no matter how many times I told him that he shows me he appreciates and loves me every day...like last Sunday when I ate some wheat by accident and had to spend most of the day lying on the couch in tremendous pain, or on Wednesday when I got a rejection phone call from a job I was over qualified for and he sat and listened to me cry for over an hour OVER THE PHONE, or this past weekend when I've been having serious eye pain all weekend and he's made me warm compresses and rubbed my back while I've moaned about THE PAIN the PAIN).
So this brings us to yesterday, when I was sitting on his couch because my eyes were swollen and painful and ye gods, have I mentioned the pain?! The pain. And by sitting on his couch, I mean I was sleeping, wrapped up in Inspector Climate's discarded sweatshirt. I heard him come in, but ya'll it hurt to open my eyes and I was in my half awake stage, which Inspector Climate usually respects and leaves me be until I fully establish myself in a state of awakedness (technical term). But yesterday, he came in and said "DEEEEE"
I struggled to open my eyes and there he was standing with a rose between his teeth.
"You missed my grand entrance! You were asleep and I was carrying you a rose! In. My. Teeth"
"Awww! Thank you" I said, taking it from his teeth and burying my nose in the rose.
"God, I feel better about Valentine's Day now"
"Um, dude, you know that it's not supposed to be about you...right?"