Hi friends!! I hope you're all enjoying the Valentine's Day Extravaganza as much as I am!
It's been so much fun to read the stories (I'm trying my hardest to read them all...) and get to know you a little bit better!
Today's theme is: Romantic Screw-ups (as suggested by Mr. Wonderful!)
This one kinda tripped me up...
I mean, I've already told you about the Chocolate Covered Strawberry fiasco.
Then, I just mentioned the whole, small-velvet-box-on-a-woodpile-during-a-romantic-weekend-getaway-which-turned-out-to-be-not-the-engagement-ring-I-was-hoping story.
I had to think and ponder and dig deep. Deep into the recesses of my sub-conscious that likes to block out unhappy memories.
Would that be my Id? Or my Ego?
I dunno...and actually, this memory isn't unhappy at all...and I really didn't hafta dig too deep (I hate digging...it makes my nails all grimy).
Yeah...truth be told...this one stands out in my mind, and I can now appreciate a good laugh at this romantic date turned...well...not so romantic!
Mr. Wonderful and I were dating. Deep in the throes of love.
It was Christmas, and if you knew me...you'd know that I eat, live, and breathe Christmas...I mean, heck, here we are not even two months out of Christmas, and I miss it.
But anywho...I had this idea.
A wonderful, fabulous, incredibly romantic idea.
I suggested that we take (and by take I mean borrow...not steal) the Mr.'s and his dad's horses up to his dad's recreation land and go horseback riding and cut down a Christmas tree and drink hot cocoa and sing carols by the fire and make googly eyes at each other and hopefully the Mr. would propose.
Let me set the stage further, by telling you I am very allergic to horses. Like...I used to carry an Epi-pen allergic to horses. (Easy now!! I had outgrown the Epi-pen part of my allergy, and now just needed to carry around an inhaler to help open my airway...no big deal...)
And, I'm not overly comfortable around horses...so, I was totally putting myself out there for this date.
So, the date's set, the weather is perfect...the snow has fallen and created the perfect setting for romance...only...a day prior, I find out we won't be alone on our trip.
Nope. Not alone.
Turns out, my future FIL heard of this awesome horseback riding adventure, and decided he wanted to come along too! And, gosh...who can blame the guy?
It's his land and horses and Christmas tree and son!
So...it was me, my handsome hottie of a future hubby, and my FIL.
But, actually...it was a great time! I was scared outta my mind for 99% of the day...but wouldn't let on to anyone that I was anything but one cool chick.
First...my horse tried to buck me off. Then...the trails were icy and the horses kept slipping and losing their footing a bit. And if that weren't enough, when I...ah...when I...(psssst...whaddya call it when you get off a horse? Disembark? Dismantle? Dis...?)...when I jumped of my horse, the horse casually stepped back onto my foot.
And I stood there.
And I looked at the horse, looked at my foot, looked at the Mr. who was busy chatting away with his dad...looked back at the horse...down to my foot..."Um...ah...ahem...um...say...ah...could you...um...my foot?"
Honest to Pete...I've never seen anyone move so quick!
My FIL came right over and saved my foot from a certain crushing death had that horse shifted it's weight. (Okay...maybe that's dramatic, but I'm sure it would've hurt!)
We got our tree...skipped the carols and googly eyes...and went to Mr. Wonderful's home and decorated it!
Still, to this day...we talk about our romantic date...for THREE!