It's Wednesday, I'm in love
sitting at my desk taking a break from doing the boringest thing ever which is entering AP invoices into SAP and I can't believe I get paid what I get paid to do this. it should either be way more or way less depending on how you look at it but I'll take the money and run, thank you.
but it's lunchtime right now and I'm eating this crazy three-cheese pasta and half a porkchop stuffed with pear and goat cheese which is leftover from the weekend which leads me to the title of this post
because nobody is actually in love with wednesday, ever.
saturday Tyrone made me this crazy dinner which consisted of the stuff I just mentioned and we hung a sheet up over the flatscreen on the living room wall and hooked up the projector instead.
we put blankets on the floor and set it up all picnic-like.
I put out tons of candles all around the living room so there was sexy time mood lighting.
we picked the movie Solaris which isn't really a date-time movie but we have to be different somehow, I guess.
we ate our dinner, set up pillows and blankets on the floor and lay down together to watch the movie
and fell asleep before the movie even ended.
which some would consider to be a colossal loss, but not me.
because we still made a nice dinner together and still put a ton of effort into having a nice at-home date on a saturday night, which is more than a lot of almost-three-years-together couples do. even if they fall asleep together because omg it'd been a long week for both of us.
and now I have leftovers to make my wednesday better.
omnom.
