Skittles and Fucking Rainbows

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Is that how you spell rainbows?  Seriously.  For some reason that doesn’t look right to me, but it might be the obscene amount of caffeine that is running through my veins.  Oh well.

So.  Yeah.  After me bitching incessantly in my last two posts, it’s time for a happy post.  You know, because clearly I can be Skittles and Rainbows (and Glitter and Unicorns) once in a while.  Hold on… let me turn the bitch switch off.

Ahhhhh.  Hrm.  I don’t think it’s off.

So Valentines Day.  Gah.  The hallmark holiday from hell.  Pink and red and candy and hearts and dates and ohmygodijustthrewupinmymouth.  Valentines day.  Oh how I loathe you.  Or maybe not.

This year folks, I was subjected to Valentines Day.  For the first time ever.  Yup.  The first time.  Sure I’ve gotten flowers and shit before… but not from someone I cared about.  Actually, usually from people I’d rather decapitate and dance in their entrails.  (Nice though eh? Told ya the bitch switch got stuck in the “raging” position)  Not once, that I can remember (maybe when I was 14?) did a boyfriend/husband do something incredibly sweet for V-Day.  I have had quite a few anti-fuck-you-Valentines-Day-coffee-dates that were full of awesome… but not quite what I mean.

So this year.  Yeah.  The boyfriend changed that.  Hell, the boyfriend set the standards higher than ever before… even higher than the last one did.  While I was at work, he had a potted mini roses delivered.  Sounds a bit odd, but I have this hatred for cut flowers… they die.  I’ve always said I liked potted plants better because they live as long as you take care of them (much like a relationship does). I about died when I opened them.  Those of you on my FB saw the pictures.  You know, where I had the shit-eating-grin on my face?  Yup.  I was thrilled.  They’re currently blooming on my kitchen table.

I went and picked up the boy on my way home from work and headed back to my house for some dinner.  Started my coffee and went to go put something in my bedroom.  Holy shit.  Rose Petals.  Everywhere.  3 different colors.  My romantic ass yells “How the FUCK did you get into my house!?!”, and I walk into my room.  My entire room is covered in rose petals.  Covered.  On my bed there is a card with a whole rose in it.  I picked up the card and immediately my eyes started tearing up.  A handmade (by the boy) velvet card, with a handwritten poem on the inside… a poem he created… that was (hilariously funny yet sweet) dead on for our not-so-normal-relationship.  He had enlisted the help of his sister… whom I now love… and dubbed Valentines Day – “Make Sarah Cry Day”.  Uhm.  Mission Accomplished.

There are many reasons I’m falling in love with this man, many, many reasons.  Many reasons far beyond material things.  But a handmade card, a poem, and a plant has become one of them.

 

/Endmushyness.

 

Well just pretend this post didn’t happen.

 

Okay?  Okay.

 

 

 

 

Happy Valentines Day, hope everyone had a good one!

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4 thoughts on “Skittles and Fucking Rainbows

  1. Yowser. Three post in one night, my brain is still trying to catch up.

    1) Be mushy, you deserve it, he obviously deserves it.

    2) For her that shall not be named, really?! Over pictures?! There’s some pictures you post, politically, that make me wanna spit and febreeze my laptop screen, but there’s this amazing technique I learned when I was five… I just move on, and make fun of you later for it ;p. And already I forgot what else I was going to say, and yeah. It just sucks that she’s obssessed and you have to pull time out of your private life to gaurd against her issues.

    3) My skin is still crawling over the other one. I better not say anymore than that.

    Lubs ya.

  2. Awww! I want that mushyness! :P

    Congratulations on bagging sucha gem of a man! I don’t know a lot about you, so I probably don’t have the right to say this (please don’t get mad at me and write a hater post about this because I’m actually quite scared of you) but you totally deserve him. LIKE BEYOND DESERVE HIM after all the shit you’ve gone through.

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