Last night I had to tell Cody to quit looking at a baby.
Wait, you didn’t go to Hooters on Valentine’s Day? Pobrecito, because we did. (Cody wanted wings, I wasn’t going to argue.)
Technically the wings were dessert since we ate this before dinner:
That is ICE CREAM FONDUE.
Tiny little scoops of ice cream you dip in melted chocolate, I wholeheartedly support the dipping of tiny little scoops of ice cream in chocolate.
Cody and I had a couples massage today. He fell asleep and started snoring halfway through, I took it as a good sign that at least he was relaxed.
We’ve eaten enough chips and salsa to keep a small vessel afloat, add in all the guacamole? I’m basically cilantro and onion scented until St. Patrick’s day.
We were serenaded on a bus and Cody was slammed face first into the sand when he underestimated a wave and it pancaked him from behind. (Sadly I missed the live version but his reinaction was divine.)
I also purchased the most surprised nativity set ever made. Cody says Mary doesn’t look as surprised because she knew what was going on, the wise men however? SHOCKED. (Bonus points if you can spot the smug lamb.)
There’s an extra lady in the set, we’re not sure where she fits into the story, but she’s holding a basket so we figured she’s the Relief Society president and she brought bread.
This was probably the best Valentine’s ever, surprisingly it wasn’t the turquoise water, chocolate fondue, massages, or white sandy beaches that made it the best ever.
Cody offered to nudge all the iguanas out of the way for me
, it was probably the most romantic thing he’s ever said to me.
Being in love is an awful lot of work, but it sure is worth it.
- If you give the moosh to daddy.