June is just mad that I found out about her illicit affair with the
plastic bag, not because I laughed and grabbed my camera when
she got it stuck on her tail like a drag chute.
Happy Valentine's, everyone! I can really feel the love in the air today, what with my neighbor's husband/boyfriend pounding on their door demanding his cigarettes. I'm guessing she locked him out. His love for the cancer sticks was so great, however, that he tried to knock down the door to get to them. It was awe-inspiring to behold from behind my peephole. Really, if I hadn't been so worried, I would have laughed as he ineffectively bounced off the door. She eventually made him move down the stairs a bit before she would open the door and throw him his cigarettes. Reunited with his love, he left immediately. Have I mentioned yet how much I can't wait to move?
Over at Chez Cooper, things are a little more low-key on Valentine's. I'm going to finish up this truly heinous pink cupcake that I bought at the grocery store deli (June seems to enjoy the frosting) and then start prettifying myself. We have reservations tonight at a restaurant in town called Lorenzo's. I've never been, but it apparently has some of the best Italian food in San Antonio. I guess I better pick out a loose outfit so that I can pack in the pasta.
We are only exchanging little gifts today, since we ordered our gifts online and they won't be here for a few days (ahh, two procrastinators in love). The boy did show me what I'm getting and I can't wait until it gets here.
JBL On Stage
Now I can rock out to my iPod while doing stuff around the apartment and all my neighbors can appreciate my musical tastes. Maybe I should play some Tina Turner extra loud for the one next door.
I apologize for not blogging much lately. When I went home for Christmas, I accidently left all my digital camera accessories (charger, USB cable to hook to the iBook) at home. To me, text - pictures = boring, so no blogging. Luckily, the hobbit's laptop has a memory card reader so I was able to get the few pictures I had taken before the battery went dead. I have nagged my mom to death to mail me those accessories and nothing has come of it. So it has come to this: Mom, if you are reading this, I am holding your cookbook hostage until I get my stuff back. Your precious white bean soup (ick) recipe will be lost forever. I will pitch it into the fireplace or let June just have at it. Is this what you want? You have my address.