Life Lately #13
Heard this joke along the lines of: “If your man takes you out before Valentine’s Day, you are probably the side chick. If he takes you out on Valentine’s Day, you are the girlfriend. If he doesn’t take you out, congratulations—you are the wife.” Looks like it’s true, because my man did not take me out on Valentine’s Day. Instead, we stayed in our PJs for most of it, grilled steaks for dinner, and called it a celebration. 🎉 At some point, I insisted we go for a walk, even though dark clouds were clearly plotting against us. I hadn’t walked all week because of the rain, and decided Valentine's day is the day to lose some weight. Halfway through, the sky finally won. Rain poured down, and John told me to wait under a tree while he sacrificed himself and ran back to get the car. He sprinted off into the rain like a rom-com lead. If that’s not true love, I don’t know what is. Sunday was church day, followed by breakfast at Cafe Baku —one of the busiest breakfast spots in Taupo for a r...
