On Valentines

Last year, I told my husband: “John, there is something I would really like for Valentine’s Day, but you would never have any idea that it’s what I want. I would like a fairly simple silver claddagh ring to fit my left middle finger (ring finger being already occupied).” Sent him links to claddagh rings. Told him it should cost about $25, and not to spend much more than that. Explained to him what it symbolizes, as well as the Buffy connection. Told him not to mock me for my fangirlishness.

What do you know? On Valentine’s Day, I received a very nice, simple silver claddagh ring. We had to exchange it for one that was the right size, but it was otherwise “just right.”

This year, I decided I wanted chocolate. REALLY REALLY REALLY wanted chocolate. So I told him “John, I know it is Valentine’s Day soon, and what I would really like is a heart-shaped box of chocolates this year. I’m letting you know this now, because I figure it will make things easier for you to know exactly what I want.” Just chocolate, no coconut or raspberry filling. I don’t want or need anything more than that, and am making a steak dinner tonight for him for Valentine’s Day. [He has teased me about this, by the way, by asking what color roses he should get... no, not roses. Chocolate.]

I’m betting that, for Valentine’s Day, I get a heart-shaped box of chocolates. What do you think?

OMG!!! PICTURES!!!

Pictures thisaway!

Happy Valentine’s Day

In honor of the occassion, John and I bought a house that’s on Love Creek (and, apparently, we get a stretch of the creek, too!)

Didn’t find my card reader. Did find the cable. Downloading pics right now.

Sunset Magazine

It’s really only a view of one deck off of the majestic patios, but, here’s the article from when it was features in Sunset Magazine:

Our new house was featured in Sunset Magazine for its decks. The decks are not even the best part about the house.

*ahem*

We bought a house today. Well, we entered into the long, involved process of buying a house.

Pictures to follow, as soon as I find my frickin’ card reader….