Now that wouldn't of been so bad... if I was not a complete fanatic about blowing holidays out of proportion and using them as an excuse to rain down presents. So, he had a giant package full of new basketball shoes, sweet notes and treats. And I had diddly squat.
AND since we were long distance, he couldn't even scramble. 100% caught with his pants down, screwed.
It was painful, but since, I have realized how awesome that mishap was. For the rest of my life, I never have to worry about him forgetting a holiday again. In fact, he usually goes the extra mile to try to erase that from my memory. (Keep trying babe! More Godiva!)
Silver linings people.
After dinner we stopped at a Walgreen to grab a Redbox. We were deliberating when my bladder remembered the 3 glasses I had just downed, so I ran inside to use the ladies room. When I finished, I was exiting the store when I heard Breck's whistle from over by the register. The automatic door had already shut so I waited a second for it to open and then went back in and walked over to him. While I grabbed his waist, I looked over and saw the cashier man looking at Breck with eyes as big as plates. A look of realization came over him and he said, "Oh! I thought you just whistled at some girl and she came all the way back over here and I was like, 'DAMN SON! Teach me that!'"
This Feb. 14th was spectacular! Thanks for all those who made sure we felt the love!