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Rated: 18+ · Book · Personal · #1762035
A little bit of everything, colored my own way.
#746663 added February 8, 2012 at 8:02pm
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This one's about the love.
THE PROMPT: "With Valentine's day is next week, how will you celebrate February 14th? If you have a significant other what will you do for them? if not, what will you for yourself?"

Awww man, did I really screw myself this year *Laugh*. Good evening players...it's a cold one out there. Time for a cold one up in here while I break down how last year went for myself and justjessica1. I had the day off, while she worked until 3:30 I believe...maybe 4 or 5pm, I'm not sure. And of course, I had no friggin' clue until about a week before. I saw a recipe in the paper for truffles. Seemed easy enough, and they're homemade, and tasty, and I made 'em. But what else to get her?

I went to a craft store the day of, looking for any bit of inspiration. I went to Target. I went to a few other places, just searching aimlessly. Even a grocery store...well, I had to, because I had to get the stuff to make the truffles (and I didn't want to hear "Hey honey, why'd you buy white chocolate chips? And why all of the other chocolate chips?"...I had to do it all on the sneak.) And somehow, like my greatest inspirations always do, it hit me with little time to spare. I bought a pair of champagne flutes and painted a heart with a J on one and an N on the other. So romantic, so creative, and ye of little artistic ability was barely able to pull it off. I filled 'em with Hershey Kisses, stuffed 'em back in the box, wrapped it up, and boom, one present done.

The truffles, however, were a pain in the ass to make. I chose a cookies and cream one (milk chocolate covered in white chocolate and crushed Oreos) and damn, I don't even remember the second kind...maybe they were peanut butter ones covered in chocolate. But that's neither here nor there for now. Let me just say that I know my around the kitchen a little bit, but this may have been the hardest thing I've ever tried to make. Hand-rolling chocolate into more chocolate is a lot harder than it sounds, even with refridgerated and frozen chocolate. The frozen chocolate? Forget it. You've got to time all of this right...and these recipes didn't instruct you much on timing. But that doesn't matter...it's the end result. I bought a fancy heart-shaped box, lined it with wax paper, filled it with two layers of truffles, and who's the best boyfriend ever?? *Pointright*This guy.*Pointleft*

So now, I've got just under a week. And I believe we're both working night shifts that day, so I won't have much of a last-minute luxury like I did last year. And, of course, I haven't got the slightest idea of what I'm going to do, especially after setting the bar so high for myself last year. Cuz I'm a guy, and it's all about the one-upsmanship and all. But I'll think of something. I always do. *Wink*

MUSICAL BREAK!!

I believe part of her present the year before last was tickets to see this tribute band perform...and it was amazing. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EIZ44obqICI

Correction: the year before, we took Jess' parents. And the year before that was the first time we went. They come here around Valentine's Day nearly every year. Haven't made plans yet, but we'll see.

VITAL STATS:

Not many...had a lot of laughs at work today watching my boss throw pens at people and beat people with a rolled-up poster. And we were still pretty productive. Sabres game started a few minutes ago...gotta run so I can watch it while not distracting myself by typing. Stay warm...and GOODNIGHT NOW!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FpjQuLbzl28&feature=related

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