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On Valentine’s Day last year, Tom and I were stressing out about the twists and turns in our wedding-planning saga.  Fortunately, that turned out well.

On Valentine’s Day this year, I gleefully jumped out of bed to retrieve Tom’s gift from another room.  Valentine’s Day is more fun when you’re waking up next to your sweetie.

I gave him a case of Red Vines.  (If I could find a case of Mr. Pibb, it would be Crazy Delicious.)  They’re hard to find on the East Coast, much to Tom’s chagrin, but I discovered that Amazon sells them by the case.  Amazon to my rescue again.

Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetie!

In the process of replacing my beloved-but-befouled black Skechers Step Up Mary Janes, I ran across these sneakers and have ordered them in black.  Because, ZOMG, SO CUTE.  How do you not love the little dragons?  Especially when my Amazon Prime membership gives me free two-day shipping?!

Incidentally, Amazon no longer sells the shoes I was actually looking for directly, and none of their third-party sellers could get them to me fast enough, so I still have to hit the Skechers store in Tysons this week to get shoes for work.  Of course, I do have at least one client (and probably more) who would think the dragon sneakers are excellent shoes for the office.

Who am I to argue with a client who does that much business with me?

Also, the last pair of sneakers I bought in that sort of skateboard-y style, while tres cute, were actually terrible in the arch support department, most likely because they were CHEAP AS HELL.  If I spent more than an hour walking around in them, I would soon be whimpering in pain because they had no shock absorption whatsoever.  I am hopeful that these will be better.  Seriously, I’ve walked all over town in my mary janes with minimal discomfort, so I hope that bodes well for the quality of the sneaker experience.  Many women have long sought the magical combination of cute AND comfortable, so I’ll be sure to report back with my findings.

I also recognize that my taste in shoes tends to run to the more “cute” than “elegant” or “professional” and that as such, they might not be suitable for everyone.  But you see, this has more to do with the fact that I am sort of short and cherubic-looking.  Some would even say I resemble a Keebler elf.  So you see, “elegant” is not a look that works for me.  I look like I’m playing dressup in my mommy’s power suits.  So I have to find ways to make “cute” work for me in a workplace environment.  I’m getting better at it, I think.  It’s 50% clothing choice, and 50% workplace/field choice.

We’re getting new windows at Hacienda Bridge today.  We’ve been planning to do it for months, and in the grand tradition of the Baxendells, it’s happening on the coldest day so far this fall. 

I thought they were just going to take out a couple of windows at a time and then replace them, but according to Tom, who called me at work this afternoon, they took ALL the windows out at once and then started replacing them then.  So it’s 40 degrees outside and there are TEN GIANT HOLES in my house.  They promise we’ll have windows before dark, though.  That’s good, because this morning they were predicing that itwas going to drop below freezing tonight, and all I could think was, “Wow, I’m SO glad we’re going to have our new windows by then.”

Oh yeah, and our phone/Internet is down, and Comcast can’t set a service appointment because their service database is down. 

So if you don’t hear from me for a couple of days… that’s why.

I spent a couple of days home sick last week with a nasty cold. I was feeling generally crappy, and Tom was awesome- he made me lunch and then made chicken soup for dinner, brought me tissues and Sudafed, and just didn’t complain at all about the two days I spent on the couch playing WoW.

So that night, as we settled in under the covers, we had a conversation:

“You’re the best husband ever.”

“Oh, please. I’m good, but I’m sure I’m not the best.”

“No, you’re certainly at least in contention for best.”

“You’re biased.”

“Isn’t that the point? If I thought some other guy was the best husband ever, wouldn’t I be married to him?”

“Point.”

The hormone war continues.

I feel like ass.  I can’t wait to go home and take a nap.

I am now at the part of my typical PMS symptoms where my noise filters stop working and every sound around me is intrusive and annoying, especially human voices.

And there are 7 extra people in my office today.

If you ask me what I want on the pizza, the answer is always mushrooms.

Always.

The fungus, it is my friend.

I went to the alterations place in Shirlington last night to see about having my top for the wedding taken in.  (boring clothing talk and figure discussion behind the cut) (more…)

I realized today that I had stopped writing mushy stuff on Valentine’s Day and Tom’s birthday because people were taking it as an excuse to badger us about when we were planning to get married.

The funny thing is, now that we’re engaged, I still don’t have an exact answer to that question. But the answer is… Soon. Really.

So, Happy Valentine’s Day to my fiancé, the only man in the world worth tolerating wedding planning for.