Aren’t we all supposed to be out watching some horror movie tonight because it’s Friday the 13th? The most horrifying thing I encountered today was when I went to the Italian grocery and they were out of fresh ravioli. Can you believe I had to buy frozen ones? What is the world coming to these day?
They’re for tomorrow’s dinner. We don’t go out for Valentine’s Day. Way too crowded. We’ll probably go out Sunday or Monday instead. I did, however, leave a box of candy and a card in Theresa’s car last night. Then today I sat wondering all day if she had any reason to go out to her car yet. Haven’t heard a word so I’m guessing no. I wonder what happened to that candy, sitting in the car, with the sun beating down on it all day.
Oh, and the card? Care Bears. I couldn’t resist. It reminded me of when the kids were little.
Getting back to the whole scary Friday the 13th thing – ya know, when you live in a house that has 2 floors and you’re upstairs folding clothes and you hear noises downstairs, it can freak you out just a bit. Or if you’re not prone to getting freaked out, it will at least make you pause for a minute and wonder who the heck is in your house.
I swear to you, the noise sounded like someone coming in the front door and I knew it couldn’t be Frank because it was an hour early. And the dog is in the back of the house. Apparently, though, if he thumps down hard enough, the sound echoes through the entire house. You’d think for a 13 1/2 year old dog to plop down like that, he’d break something. Seriously. There are times the entire floor will vibrate.
And now I hear the front door for real. Time to go warm up dinner for my Valentine.
It’s kinda like when two relatively small cats (well, one small, one rather moose-like) sound like a whole herd of huge elephants as they’re racing through the house. And I have a rambler and still get scared of noises. I sometimes sleep with all the livingroom lights on. Serious!
My very favorite Valentine’s Day gift? I was either 27 or 28 and visiting my parents when Valentine’s Day rolled around. My Mom got me a solid chocolate “I *heart* (not the word, thereal heart shape) U.” For some reason, that touched me all the way through to my heart and soul. Bill was a very good Valentine’s Day person, but nothing else ever has beat that chocolate I heart U from my Mom.
No matter what shape the chocolates are in, Theresa will always remember that you gave them to her…