So, Shawn told me over dinner Friday night that it's his fault our love life is non-existent and he doesn't miss it. I was totally devastated - he doesn't miss it? Really?
This Sunday I'm making plans in my final attempt to reconnect with him before insisting we get some help. A nice lunch (haven't decided where), a concert of the Vienna Boys Club (at the Lansing High School - gotta get tickets tomorrow) and a chocolate-tasting at home in front of the fireplace with a bottle of Aste Spumonti. If we go to bed and to sleep after that, then I fear we might be heading in the direction of ending this relationship. I already have enough brothers - I want a husband.
He did come home tonight with a dozen roses and a heart-shaped box of Hershey's chocolates. That was nice. I had a heart-shaped box of turtle candies on his pillow - he found them when he went to change out of his work clothes. He seemed to appreciate that gesture as well.
But where has the romance gone? What happened to the passion? Please, no more granny kisses!
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
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