Tuesday, February 10, 2009

My Valentine


Valentine's Day is on Saturday, and James and I have decided not to exchange gifts. I decided not to exchange gifts because we are poor, and James decided not to exchange gifts because of some trumped up idiocy about commercialism and blah blah blah. Sometimes he acts like a cranky old man. Ah....love.

Since the new year began James has been helping me exercise and be more healthy. He has bravely walked the treacherous line between being encouraging and making me feel fat. Occasionally he has to remind me that I ASKED him to help me, and that it was not his idea. And sometimes I remind him that it always helps to tell me I'm beautiful.

A couple of weeks ago I got sick. I had to stay home from work and I was generally miserable. James brought me soup and movies to watch and stayed to take care of me. He kept suggesting that I should take a bath, that it would help make me feel better. I knew it was because I was stinky. He was trying to be nice.

I can honestly say that I am most happy sitting on the couch with James, reading a book while he watches sports. I know that's cheesy, and I'm sure it will wear off eventually, but for now I am enjoying being twitterpated.