On February 14, 2016, my husband came home from work and changed his clothes to make our dinner reservation on time. I was already standing in the kitchen, lipstick and heels on, despite the snow outside – because fashion before function. When he came out, he asked, “You ready?” and then paused kind of sheepishly.
“Yep!” I chirped and grabbed my purse. “What’s up?”
“I’m the biggest loser…I…” my husband said.
“WAIT!” I yelled, stopping him. “I know what you are going to say. I’m going to write it down on a piece of paper right now and put it in my pocket. If I’m right, I’ll show it to you.”
We walked out to the car and it was then my divine intuition was validated.
Here is the picture I took on the drive to the restaurant, along with the note in my pocket:
Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!