MTG: Do not send me flowers at work tomorrow!!
Me: Why not?
MTG: I love them but I have too much stuff at work anyways. If you get them, just bring them home.
MTG: I'm putting your V-Day stuff I made for you in you work bag. Do not read/listen to it till tomorrow.
MTG: And stop saying okay all the time. Okay?
I sit semi-listening cutting up a giant heart from red and pink construction paper. I'm going homemade this year. Somehow I've gotten glitter all over me. I just have to figure out where to put the googly eyes.
MTG comes tries to see the card I'm making for her.
Me: No don't look, it's a surprise. I can't look at mine and you can't look at yours till tomorrow.
MTG: Fine be that way. (She says putting glitter in my hair)
MTG laughs and runs out the room.
Me: (yelling down the hall) I'm going to cook dinner tomorrow!!
MTG: Okay, but were going to the movies afterwards. They're showing the Wedding Singer at the Drafthouse.
Me: Sweet!! I love that movie.
And I love the Drafthouse movie theater. They don't allow anyone under 18, no kids what-so-ever, and they serve real food and booze. Not that we need food but booze. Yay!! And Adam Sandler!! It should be pretty good tomorrow.