Happy Valentine's Day everybody! I'm really rocking it. It's 7:09 p.m. The romantic dinner I planned is, as that former president used to say, "A DISASTER," I'm still wearing the nightgown I woke up with, only now it's covered in food stains, and my feet hurt gawd-awful.
Basically another typical day in the Webster house.
I had told Dave, DO NOT BUY ME ANYTHING FOR VALENTINE'S DAY. Only this year I meant it. No, seriously. Hizzoner is off work recuperating from carpal tunnel surgery and we're broke. Well, we're always broke, but now we're broker than usual. Again, as the Orange One used to say, "WE'RE THE BEST BROKE, NO BROKE IS BROKER THAN US."
Of course Dave bought me a sweet card and enough chocolate to make a dentist orgasmic.
So as not to appear a total romantic failure, I offered to cook dinner. A nice dinner, you know? Especially since I haven't cooked since Dave had his surgery. Yes, he cooks with a bum hand. (I know, it's sad. Very, very sad. But you're jealous, amirite?)
I planned to make pulled pork, with creamy mashed potatoes, squash (he loves it, and that is NOT fake news), and a cake. Sounds good, right?
Well, the cake turned out alright. (It was a mix. Hard to screw THAT up.) But the roast, um, is still basically raw. Frozen in the middle. At - what time is it? 7:22 p.m. And don't forget about my unbathed body in the grease stained nightgown. Sexy as hell with raw pork.
I sawed the roast into pieces and shoved it in the Instant Pot for round two. The squash and potatoes are drying up like my sex life. I looked out the window a while back and thought, I bet there's a lot of rub and tug happening out there tonight. Probably lots of anti-maskers were out dining at local restaurants, enjoying the premier's decision to allow in-person dining again, spreading the love, spreading the COVID, going home and spreading other things with full bellies, a wine buzz, and really bad garlic breath.
We might eat sometime tonight. Not sure how romantic it will be - we'll probably wind up noshing on peanut butter toast and watching another episode of Wentworth on Netflix. Lots of smut on that show. Probably the only smut going on in this house tonight. Unless Dave gets excited over dirty old women, raw pork, and whine.
I smell the squash. I think it's burning.
P.S. Yes. It burnt. Here's a picture.
The fact that you and Dave are together despite the unwashed self and burnt dinner is MUCH more romantic (and real) than any Halmark card.ReplyDelete
Real being the operative word!!! Aww thanks, EC! Thanks for dropping by!Delete
Omg!!!!! I can only picture it, so vivid a description! Feck indeed. TV dinners and turn on the tube. There ya go. Done not like dinner!ReplyDelete
Thank you for not being the only one who has days they stay in the nighty, or house dress I prefer to call it! I caught that whine spelling at the end...very witty. I love your blogs.ReplyDelete
I think I've only been fully dressed three times since the start of the pandemic!!! I kid you not!Delete
Feck sums it up.ReplyDelete
Doesn't it though?Delete
I hope you just gave him the cake and went to bed.ReplyDelete
LOL! Pretty much!Delete
Another Cathy episode! Love ya nevertheless. My favorite word. The long one.ReplyDelete
*trying to figure out which word that is*Delete
That's the kind of dinner that a loved one will laugh about with you for months of happier times to come. Have a good one, Cathy!ReplyDelete
Well hello there! I've started cleaning up my old blog and since I'm writing regularly again, I'm revamping my sidebar with my peeps that are still here. (seriously, where did everyone go?)ReplyDelete
Valentine's day is usually not a big deal here either. We do the customary chocolate dipped fruit, which I then in turn have to share with everyone. I'm lucky to get one out of a dozen. And since the offspring are all old enough to know what's going on, as you can imagine, our sex life is about as burnt out as your squash. :)
If you care to visit again, feel free... this was our valentine's Day... https://formerlysurvivingboys.blogspot.com/2021/02/chocolate-covered-all-wheel-drive.html
I'm so glad you're still here. :)