Confessions of a Fugitive Mind
February 22, 2003
Roses Are Red
Or in this case, pink.
I was in a miserable, hormone ravaged mood last night. I was bloated, out of clean clothes that fit, running low on feminine hygiene products, grumpy, and not in the state to deal with any of it. I ended up running late and getting stuck in nasty traffic on my way to the brewery to meet Jon. Being late made me feel so guilty - the last thing I wanted was for Jon to think I didn't want to see him or would've preferred to be somewhere else - and I ended up in tears. I called him and told him I was running late but fine, and not in the best of moods. When I got to the brewery, he was waiting for me with a dozen pink roses hidden in his car - just because I wasn't feeling well. Finding the roses was great, but seeing how much Jon cared was even better. Needless to say, my mood has been greatly improved. And hockey was fun too (yay mullet night), even though the Monarchs lost.
Posted by criminal at February 22, 2003 10:19 PM
Comments
Oh, that's so sweet!!! I'm so happy you've found a man who treats you like the queen we all know you are!
Posted by: Amy at February 23, 2003 09:12 AM