On Valentine's Day I left for work as usual but forgot my computer, so I rushed home around 11 to pick up the computer and to leave a little gift for my sweet. I walked into my house and could hear the shower on. I walk into my bedroom to find a warm bed, you know as if someone (I won't mention names but, I do only sleep with one man) had just gotten out of it. Later that morning I received this love poem from the mister.
I know you are sad, I know you are mad,
I'm really sorry I made you feel bad.
You see I had the right to choose and therefore I hit snooze.
As I laid in bed I though mmmmh this feels nice.
If I hit the snooze once then why not hit it twice?
As I slipped in and out of a sweet sleep,
I had flashback of stories like little Bo Peep.
Then all at once a terrible sound,
came through my ears to my brain with a pound
A toot like a horn sounded out through the breeze.
I thought to myself now what could that be?
Then in a snap it was plain indeed,
the toot in the breeze was a Mazda 3.
I jumped from the sheets straight into the shower.
If caught in my bed a such a later hour
My moose would raise her brow til I cowered.
So you see I am sorry from the depths of my heart,
cause I love you moose from the end to the start.
I hope you forgive me and love me real soon.
Even though I'm a sleepy bafoon.
The poem was also accompanied with two dozen roses hand delivered to my work and a delicious meal at Buca de Beppo, so who wouldn't forgive the kid who slept in and missed school?
Although, I'm fairly certain in another life he was either a poet or a rap star, he definitely looks the part.
Speaking of another life, the other day I was at Wal-Mart and as I was walking out I said to the greeter, "Thanks for coming in." Wait. What? Apparently in my other life I wanted to work at Wally world.
Hope everyone had a good Monday, I know they can often be dreadful.