It just occurred to me that after all that bellyaching over our nuclear bomb TV, you might want to actually see what the flat panel squawk box looks like.
Here she is, boys. Sexy, huh? She’s winking at you. She’s bending over just slightly to pick up the remote. Her screen is shiny and her buttons are pert. Just look at the shape of her! Her casing is so sleek. I dare you to turn her on.
See the vase of half-wilting yellow roses? Joe gave them to me for Valentines Day. Sometimes (often times) he’s much more romantic than me. I had forgotten about Valentines Day. My friend Kat was staying with us that weekend and her flight left V-day morning. So around 9ish, I woke up and headed to the airport. Joe was still sleeping (duh), so I kissed him on the forehead and slipped out the door.
When I returned around 10ish, I figured he was still asleep and didn’t even NOTICE that his car wasn’t in the driveway. (Sometimes I’m a covert sleuth. Sometimes I’m an oblivious douf. On this particular morning, I was the latter.)
I was home about five minutes before the front door flew open and Joe walked in carrying a dozen yellow roses and a 25-oz. BAG of Reese’s Cups. Those of you who know me (and those of you who only know me a little) know that PEANUT BUTTER AND CHOCOLATE PUMPS THROUGH MY VEINS.
I didn’t toss the yellow roses until March 10. The Reese’s were gone in less than a week.