Shot through the heart and you're to blame....

Gotta love Bon Jovi.... second only to Axel Rose.... and I digress - although it is a bit early to do that - I haven't even started my story...

Well I hope tonight is not a replay of our “1^st Anniversary” dinner spent lovingly on the bathroom floor with ginger ale and melba toast and Will paying reverence to the porcelain god. I told Will this morning – don’t try any new weird restaurants today. The reservations are set, it includes a 4 course meal, champagne, free rose, ambiance…. I am glad I asked around so I knew to get reservations, who knew that Valentine’s Day is a fairly popular holiday in China – even though Chinese New Year is right around the corner.

So Will is a wonderful person in so many ways, but not too good with the surprises – it probably doesn’t help that I bug him enough about hints until I figure it out, right? Today, I was being good…keepin’ it on the low-down. Unfortunately (fortunately? :) ), I have become the gatekeeper of the cash – hey I give him his allowance for daily food intake – and if he asks for more, I *usually* give it to him without interrogation or truth serum. Today he tried to play coy and ask for his allowance (since he spent it all on going out to lunch with coworkers, etc. yesterday). I play along and give him double what I normally give him for lunch. He asks if he can have a little more, so I slid another bill across the table – knowing it is probably not quite enough for him to have lunch and buy me flowers. I AM SO EVIL! He chuckles and rolls his eyes probably wondering 1.why am I making this so difficult and 2. why he married me. In the end, I give him a wad of cash and a kiss on the check and told him he better be on his way home by 5:30p or else! J Happy Valentine’s Day Schmoopy. Love you.