It also means that I woke up to a giant red heart of chocolate goodness in the refrigerator.
Awww... who doesn't love chocolate surprises at 5:30 in the morning? If you don't you're bad and you should feel bad.
It was a wonderful surprise.
All of that was what I was thinking when I was doing my normal trash day activity. Pulling weeds. I'll admit that I'm crap at gardening. A few big plants and the rest needs to survive a quick "weedeatering" of the yard. Edge and done. It's not always that brief, but you can hope.
Outside wondering why I was doing it, feeling every hit my knees ever took in Football, Inline Skating, a Car Accident or two, and falling off my bike at age 12 or so all ran through the empty walls of my mind.
But I do have plans for the day. It involves heat, chocolate, a little alcohol, and a bit of TLC in the kitchen. After all, it is impossible to surprise someone with a home made surprise at the right time if you make it the day before.
Much better than the silhouette that I was making, bent at the waist, looking like those yard signs of "mom's butt" you would see in Pennsylvania because someone with a woodshop, router, and blue and white paint thought it was cute.
On the other hand, it did look amusing when I saw it on Ramblingmoose TV. That's our security camera set up. Walking back and forth, pulling handfuls of weeds, a little coleus, and looking foolish on video at 16x normal speed is my goal.
Happy Valentines Day. If you're not a gourmet cook, you're a bit late and I won't help until I make the stuff. Recipes come later.
Maybe.
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