Feb 14 2008
Lots of muches and muches of lots
Happy Valentine’s Day!
When my little Rae-Rae tells me she loves me, I ask her how much and she either says “Lots of muches!” or “Muches of lots!” So that’s my sentiment to all of you, my bloggy Valentine’s. I love that you haven’t given up on my pitiful hardly-posts-these-days self. I love you lots of muches for it, too!
On a more intimate note, I have (as I always do) written a poem for my very special Valentine and I will (as I always will) share it here.
Years creep or roll
or leap or stroll
However they go by
And here we areBoth near yet far
Time, we cannot defy
Life’s stark and hard
Lost spark; we’re scarred
No matter how we try
Big joy, glad flash
Destroy and crash
And yet again we cry
Far back, times past
The heat was vast
Reflected in your eye
And yet still there
Forget despair
Love we cannot deny
Tomorrow will
Bring sorrow still
It’s always in supply
But love outweighs
Most of our days
I’m yours until I die
He, in a not very surprising breaking of an agreement, sent me three dozen roses to work today. They are lovely and they sit on my desk all fragrantly screaming “He’s a rule breaker! He didn’t abide the agreement not to buy anything! RULE BREAKER!!!”
I think he did it because of the Golden Monkey Sex. No, I’m not talking about sex with any of our little animal friends. I’m talking about how we went out Saturday night for a lovely dinner (at NOT Red Lobster! How proud of me are you?) and we went a-gambling. I got The Fever and I was absolutely certain I could win the big progressive jackpot if .. only .. I .. could .. earn .. the .. tenth .. golden ….. monkey!
I did get the tenth golden monkey and I did win the progressive jackpot. But was it the GOLD one? Oh, no. Not even the silver or the bronze - I won the copper jackpot which was all of $16.31. I shan’t tell you how much I spent to earn that $16.31. Let’s just say it involved an extra trip to the ATM while somebody saved my machine. I was overcome with the fever.
And later, at home, I payed my penance in a way that will forever be known as the hot Golden Monkey Sex routine.
Which earned me three dozen roses.
He loves me lots of muches, doesn’t he?
