Valentines Week

Charly and I, as usual, opted out of the hustle and bustle of valentines day. The original plan came about to celebrate it the day before and then I would catch a flight to Florida the day of for the long weekend. Wrong. I slept through my early morning flight (standby so it's no problemo to change itinerary) with the thoughts of catching the later one that day. Then the later one filled up and I decided to catch the one out on Friday morning. Turns out I would have made the later one on Thursday. I digress. Anyways, I woke up Friday morning at six thirty three and five and then six thirty am. My excitement jumbled all around inside me and kept me up as I envisioned myself going on late night runs with my dad and eating long doggers and Makotos with my good friend Lemmerman...even though I still can't spell his name right. So I took my carryon suitcase and backpack and jumped on a flight to SLC in hopes of making the connecting flight to Orlando. Again, wrong wrong wrong. The flight filled up with last minute people and I didn't feel like risking getting stuck in Atlanta trying to make a different flight route and sit in an airport for twelve hours to do so. So I did what every normal human being would do. I went to a corner of the airport, pulled out a packet of pocket tissues, and cried I called my dad, had him book me a quick flight home, and waited in the Idaho Falls airport for an hour until Charles could pick me up after he had a lunch thing at work.

And the great V-day, you ask? Well we aren't in love with the idea of a forced holiday so we opted out of present giving and stayed home and cooked taco soup. The days before that though a group of us piled into the matte black van we sanded and painted in a weekend and went to B-dubs for some wings on Monday and on Wednesday we ate Original Thai.

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1.The gas gage is broken and we ran out of gas. We barely made it off the free way and ended up pushing it. Fun fact: I successfully opened and jumped into a moving van after we got it going. My enthusiasm came pretty high seeing as how we had just watched the train scene of the last mission impossible movie. 2. Yellow is my favorite color and the husband knows it. 3. Frost on the airplane window in Idaho Falls. 4. Charly and I at the temple after being sealed for time and all eternity three and a half years ago. Oh my he's good lookin'.