V-Day fell on the day before what was somehow a 4-day weekend for us. Joe left for work early that morning. I expected him to come back and have breakfast with me like usual, but he never came back and I never got around to having breakfast. I left to do my errands, and the longer they went on, the more starving I got, until he called me from home around lunchtime and I started yelling at him because the Post Office wasn't going to be open until 1:00. He was about to take a taxi back to work, but instead he walked to post so he could bring me a granola bar so I would calm down. It worked, and I got my box (of Christmas presents) mailed and did my grocery shopping.
When I got home, the TV was on and my computer desktop had been changed.
The TV was playing Tangled, the Disney movie I watch all the time for the music and the part at the end where he gives her the floating lanterns, and she's like, "I'm starting to not be scared anymore, know what I mean?" and he's like, *doesn't take back his satchel that she's holding out, because he cares more about being in the moment with her* "I'm starting to," that always makes me tear up. So, that was on. Also, Joe had changed my desktop picture from a series of photographs of ice to a bright red Valentine's Day art with hearts. There was a note that said "Happy Valentine's Day! Enjoy some lovely candies!" that referred to the milk and dark chocolate peanut butter cups and raspberry cups in the fridge that Joe had made the day before. My day had just gotten 300x better.
After I put away the groceries, I made Joe's V-Day present - white chocolate and milk chocolate dipped Nutter Butters and Oreos. Pretty lame if you think about the lack of effort involved, and if you knew how bad the white chocolate tasted, but at least the milk chocolate ones were great. That was a very nice weekend.
In other news, we have less than 60 days left here in Korea. I will miss this place. It will be one of the most interesting parts of my life for a while, I think. I wish we had time to explore more. But I - who came here with two suitcases of clothing and pots and pans and important documents because the rest of our ~6 tons of collected life remains in a storage unit in Virginia; who has gone over 18 months with no job (hehe yay); who chose not to pursue forcing pregnancy while here; and who just decided to get educated when I get home - also have some getting on with my life to look forward to.
One for my archives: I wanted to memorialize my attempt at working through the 60-day "HARDEST WORKOUT EVER PUT ON DVD!!!!1!1!!111" Beachbody program Insanity. I hate it. It's boring. It is too hard for me. I take days off when I'm not supposed to, I cheated a little bit by skipping some of the easy parts in the middle to make sure I'd be able to complete the program by March 31st, and once in a while I'll substitute one of the workouts with something else that I hate a lot less. But I've gotten this far, and I will finish it.
That's all here. Well, not really, I could keep going, but I have to save something for my next bi-monthly post!
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