squishy squishy
| February 14th, 2006 at 22:14 |Marcus is the most spoilish. He is the botulism toxin for the dented can of my heart.
When I got home from work, he had designed a treasure hunt for me. It led me around various spots around the house that have special meaning for us, and each clue showered me with warm fuzzies.
The very last clue brought us to our bedroom, which he had filled with 368 red and white balloons, one for each day since he first got here. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
After that, he made me a candlelight dinner of snow peas and mashed potatoes and SWORDFISH!! I love fish, but he can’t stand it. But he made swordfish for ME and it was so. Damn. GOOD.
And for dessert, we had CHOCOLATE! MOUSSE! Sweet fricken’ jeebus.
I wish I had a camera, so I could post a picture of my bedroom.
3 Responses to “squishy squishy”
By iAN | Feb 18, 2006 at 3:41 | Reply
That’s awesome :] You should keep every last balloon on a separate page in a scrapbook. Do it. Now.
(Incidentally, the timestamp on your entries only shows time, not date.)
By d | Feb 18, 2006 at 22:46 | Reply
Ha. I do not have a scrapbook, a fact that I am proud of.
(I should fix that. I should figure out how to fix that.)
By d | Feb 19, 2006 at 19:06 | Reply
(Fixed! Now I have to teach myself more PHP so I can get my last.fm RSS feed on the side. It might look sloppy, but the fact that I figured out how to do it will be good enough.)