In the dog house

Well, Valentine's Day didn't go exactly as planned. It started out good enough but, by the end of the night, I ended up ruining it. So, I'm in the dog house today and, as Joe reminded me, probably will be until next Valentine's Day. I think he was kidding though. At least I hope.

We woke up yesterday and I attempted a nice breakfast of chocolate chip pancakes, bacon, and sliced strawberries. The bacon and the strawberries turned out great but I'm not so good with pancakes. I just can not get them right. I'll either burn them or not cook them enough or they'll be cooked perfectly but taste terrible. The chocolate chip pancakes were no exception. I followed the recipe to a "t" but they tasted very heavy and almost rubbery. I think I'll stick to eggs from now on. Joe said he liked them but I think he was just trying to be nice.

After breakfast we went out to Lowe's to get some stuff for the projects we had planned. I needed paint and supplies to paint our bedroom furniture and Joe needed stuff to work on fixing our pool light. Lowe's was fun. I always like walking around and picking out the next project we'll do around here. Once we filled our cart and checked out we headed home to get started on our projects. I cleaned out the dresser and nightstands and hauled it all out to the carport. I have to say that painting the furniture wasn't nearly as hard as I had expected. I sanded it, then primed, then did two coats of paint. I was exhausted once I was done and my muscles are very sore today but the furniture turned out great. I've posted some pics in the renovation album. Joe had a tough time with the pool light and after working on it for six hours, still couldn't get it to work.

So at the end of the day Joe and I were both pretty tired from our projects so we decided to skip dinner and hang out at home instead. I ran out to the store to get a bottle of wine and some desert and Joe stayed home to get a fire started in our outdoor fireplace. When I got home he had the fire going and nice romantic music playing. We decided to order takeout from a local Italian restaurant. While we waited for the food to arrive I opened the wine and we headed out back to enjoy the fire. I have to say, we had the best time. I loved sitting outside under the stars and listening to the music. We put in my Body and Soul CD (yes, I bought it from an infomercial) and just sat outside and talked. We weren't starving by the time the food arrived so we just continued to sit outside and enjoy each other's company. I think I was enjoying myself a little more than Joe because I proceeded to drink an entire bottle of wine by myself.

We headed inside to eat dinner and I was only three or four bites into my spaghetti when I felt that old familiar feeling rise up inside me. No, not love. It was the feeling of regret for drinking too much combined with an overwhelming urge to vomit it all up. I put my food away, gave Joe a kiss and an apology and headed off to bed. Approximately 2.5 seconds after my head hit the pillow, I knew all that wine was about to reappear. I made it to the bathroom and... I'm sure you know what happened next. I thought I was finished so I went back to lay down in bed. Boy was I wrong. A minute or so later I was back out of bed and rushing to the bathroom. This time I wasn't so lucky. I managed to make it into the bathroom but this time I didn't quite hit the toilet. Actually, I pretty much managed to hit everything but the toilet. So in my drunken stupor I was cleaning up wine and spaghetti from my bathroom floor, taking down my shower curtain, and cleaning the toilet. Very romantic. Poor Joe tried to help but I was so embarrassed and grossed out that I didn't want him to help.

Luckily, I was able to sleep after that. I woke up around 4 am still a little drunk and definitely regretting what I had done. I let Joe sleep in but when he got up I could tell that my little episode from the night before had disappointed him. He told me that he was so lonely because I was already passed out by 9:30 and he didn't have anything to do and that he thought, "some Valentine's Day." Oops. I think I just got carried away by the fact that it had been a while since I'd had any wine and that I won't be drinking any for at least a month, hopefully longer. I was having a really nice time sitting outside and the drunkenness just kind of crept up on me. But, if anything good came from last night its that I don't really have any urge to drink wine anymore.

So, there is my Valentine's Day. Definitely not as I had planned! Tomorrow is the big doctor's appointment and I'm sure I'll be on to tell you all about it. Also, I need to give you a quick review of the movie, "Confessions of a Shopaholic". I saw it today with some girlfriends. So, be on the look out for that too. I hope you all had a much nicer Valentine's Day than I did.