I have been feeling really crappy the past few days. I’m not sure if it’s a cold or the ‘flu… I’d say cold, because I’m stuffy, sinuses, headache, sore throat, etc etc., but then there’s also the flu thing of my lungs being totally full and ‘itchy’ (if that makes sense), the fever/chills thing (I’m boiling hot and sweating one minute, freezing cold the next) and my internal organs wanting to spring out of my body in gushing torrents. Oh I tell you the excitement never ends.

So. On Wednesday I managed to drag myself home from work, expecting to have to lay around sweating and complain to myself, all alone, until 9 pm when I would have to drag myself off the couch and go pick up Rob, who I would then regale with tales of The Things I’ve Seen That Came Out Of My Body (I’m thinking of writing a children’s book with the same title. Back off– my idea first!). But lo~! When I got to the back door of the house there was my cheese head! Standing on the back step, waiting for me, with a dozen roses in hand. So sweet!

You see, Wednesday was our one-monthiversary. No, I don’t expect this every month; in fact I didn’t expect it at all on Wednesday. I, being a total romantic, hadn’t gotten anything for him aside from the post I put up on this blog. So of course I had to pull out all the stops. I ordered a pizza. With EXTRA CHEESE.

Oh yeah, the romance is just a-bubblin’ at our house!