Alternative Style V-Day

I was in a foul-ass mood yesterday. Between not getting any flowers and not finding out until the very last second if I'd be able to get off work in time today to pick up Taryn, I was in absolutely the wrong frame of mind for Valentine's Day.

P did cheer me up a bit when he told me he had been looking for a fireman costume to wear last night...yummy. Too bad he couldn't find one in time.

But he showed up after work with beer and chocolate, and while he gave T-Boogie her bath, I ran over to Pasta Pomodoro (which was freaking PACKED. I've never seen so many people in that place, ever) and picked up some dinner. We ate, had a glass of wine, a couple beers, and watched Little Miss Sunshine, which was freaking hilarious. Loved ever second of it.

And for dessert... well, you know. Wouldn't be Valentine's Day without a little cookie, now would it?

So all in all, it was a good end to a shitty day. I keep wishing for things to be different, more romance, less fighting, but P and I are in our groove. We have a comfort level with each other that only comes with time. No pretenses. We know what we like, and even when I think I want something else, I'm still happy with what I've got. Maybe when T-Boogie gets bigger we'll make more of an effort to get out and have our alone time, but for now, it's nice to stay around the house and be a family.

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On a side note, I squeezed my over-sized ass into a pair of pre-pregnancy pants the other day. Yessssssss! I always thought people were full of shit when they said it takes 9 months to put all thet weight on, and it'll take 9 months to get it all off, but I guess it really is true. I was shocked shitless after T-Boogie was born and I still looked 6 months pregnant!

So I was flaunting my newly-slimmed-down ass the other day in a pair of form-fitting pants at work. I went down to reception to call a client in for an intake, and Lydia who works down there called me over to her window and was telling me how good I looked. We were kind of joking around about baby-weight, and that with the next one there is no way in hell I'll ever ben this skinny again when she stood up, lifted her shirt up to reveal her tummy and started smacking it like a 5-foot tall gorilla, talking about "This is what happens when you're 36. Just wait, Girl, just you wait."

I was cracking up, this chick is crazy. Because there much have been 10 or 15 clients sitting around waiting for their workers, and this little-ass girl us standing in front of them all smacking her belly as if she's some 300lb sweaty electrician. Anyway. Just had to share.