We don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day in my house, we celebrate Devin’s Day. My lover, bless his heart, was born on this day twenty-something odd years ago. I, being the anti-romantic asshat that I am, lucked out when I tricked him into falling in love with me because it sealed my future fate of never having to look at red roses again. Thank goodness.
We spent this weekend at a little cabin nestled away in the woods on Odell Lake, a childhood haunt of mine. It was such the lovely getaway: we cooked and read and drank Water Avenue coffee out of the best bear mugs and walked along the water. We also played a lot of Battleline, my favorite two person game ever.
Happiest of birthdays, lover.
Until next time,