gracie

Valentines Day was a total bust. I don't think it could have gone any worse. I wish I would allow myself to let go of the idea of the perfect holiday. Perfect holidays simply don't exist. Why do I keep trying?

Amazing that a misinterpreted tone on a few words in one 2 minute conversation can ruin a whole day and evening. The infamous "where do you want to go" convo strikes again. The same exact conversation we've had a thousand times before only this time I was giving attitude about it.

I was? I know I wasn't. Why would I suddenly get mad and start a retarded fight over something we've done a zillion times before while trying to arrange a nice evening?

I just wanted to so *something* ...some dinner and a little romance never hurt anyone, right? I was looking forward to it. My expectations were far too high.





BTW, the car I ordered is an 05 Mustang Convertible. I'm happily blissful about it. The first time I've ever treated myself to something of that scale. I have to wait for it to be built. It's something to look forward to. That's not a bad thing.