A few days before Valentine’s Day, I was thinking, nay, fantasizing about a romantic Valentine’s Day dinner at home. We’d have lobster, because that’s Papa Bear’s favorite and I almost never stop by the only store in our neighboring town that has a lobster tank at its seafood counter (oh, what first world problems I have!). I’d feed the kids first, and Papa Bear and I would dine alone by candlelight and he would be completely blown away…
“I thought we celebrated Valentine’s Day last weekend…what a surprise!”
I can tell you that the night did not quite go as I’d planned. I did bring home two lobsters…”live” was what we couldn’t quite pin down. After their ride home in a plastic bag, I decided to cook them right away. So, the kids had tacos at the table, and Papa Bear and I had a lobster and salad picnic on the living room floor. It’s better than it sounds, though, because I didn’t even have a chance to shower or do my hair. The food was good, the atmosphere was lacking.
I hope they don’t put that on my tombstone.
I was pretty happy with my Valentine’s Day creativity, though. Y’all got the wheels in my head spinning with our Facebook V-Day discussion. And here’s where I took it from there…
You are my/I am your…lobster!
Corny and cheesy!
Let’s Kiss!
So cute! I might “steal” this for our tenth in a few months.
Yea!
i love the presentation. i spend a lot of time thinking through gifts – but my wrapping sucks. i’d just hand it to you in a target bag. . . i lose steam after the idea and purchase!
Me too! But this time, the main gift was the presentation! Ha. So I don’t think it would have meant as much in the grocery bag.
Adorable!
Thanks.
And if it makes you feel any better, our romantic halibut dinner was punctuated by a little voice frequently calling “Hellllp!” from the train table.
Hehe…yeah, romance just doesn’t work until at least 30 minutes after bedtime.