Friday, February 15, 2008
( 8:16 AM ) teahouse
So yesterday was Valentine's Day. A day for flowers, chocolate, and romance.
How did I spend it?
Crouched on the floor of the bathroom, throwing up every half hour with the stomach flu.
The Fiance covered me with a blanket. He ran out to buy me Sprite. He rubbed my tummy and my back. He held my hair back while I puked. He said reassuring and sympathetic things like, "You poor thing! What else can I do for you?"
When I muttered that I couldn't feel my legs, he rubbed them for me. Every time I got up in the middle of the night to run to the bathroom, he woke up too and asked me if I was ok.#
It was, in all seriousness, the most romantic Valentine's Day I've ever had.