Bed of Roses

by statia on November 13, 2004

You always see in the movies those romantic scenes where the girl comes home to find a trail of roses leading up to and on top of her bed. You know the kind where you rolled your eyes and laughed at the thought of something so ridiculous, yet secretly, you yearned for that sort of sappy shit.

Stuff like that would never have happened in Sporty land before the Meester.

I headed out to the mall today by myself, to get some more Christmas shopping done. Today was one of the first days since the meester and I have been on the same schedule, that I ventured out by myself. We literally spend every single moment together. This works for some people I know. Myself, I like some friends time, or quality Me time. I sang at the top of my lungs during my drive, got myself a gingerbread latte, picked up a certain someone’s present and looked at some ridiculously priced dog accessories, where I seriously contemplated buying an insanely expensive pink velvet sweatsuit for one very spoiled little princess just because it was so cute, but I managed to hightail it out of there before I succumbed to the cuteness. It was nice to get out of the house for a while. And I’m rambling…

It was nice to come home too. The meester had been up to something sneaky while I was gone. I walk in the door to candles and a trail of rose petals. I felt like a pretty pretty princess. It was just like the movies. He’s all mine.

You know, now that I think about it, I think he was trying to get into my pants.


Kevin Donahue November 13, 2004 at 6:05 pm

Just remember – reward the good behavior.

Lisa November 13, 2004 at 8:06 pm

That’s really romantic.

donna November 13, 2004 at 8:42 pm

I hope you let him after all that work he did!

Deltus November 13, 2004 at 10:37 pm

So, that romantic stuff works, huh? *scratches groin*

sphinxy November 14, 2004 at 9:32 am


*bratty leg*

huy November 15, 2004 at 8:50 am

It’s a good thing my wife doesn’t read this…geez. the standards…you guys set.

KB November 15, 2004 at 10:59 am

Who said romance was dead? I hope he does the same thing 15 years from now.

Shutterblog November 20, 2004 at 7:05 pm

But it had salt on it, big grains of salt…

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