Valentines Day

Happy Valentine's Day to all who celebrate this Hallmark Holiday.

Rick and I have never ever celebrated this holiday. 
Normally we were working around the clock or we were in different cities from one another due to work. 
I told him from day 1 that this "day" isn't for me. 
He can just spoil me all the time. He laughed and said, I got it.  
And he has.

So imagine my surprise when I got a heart shape of Godiva at 5am this morning.
He had it hiding in his truck. I said, "we don't do this made up holiday what the heck?"  He told me how he was at the store picking up beans for Izzy and saw this box of Godiva. He said he read the ingredients to be sure they were safe for me to eat (no gluten, barley and rye) and thought it would last me awhile and then I'd have no more questions at night. 
That made me laugh.

You see some nights I will say, "do you have any chocolate hidden?" 
And he will jump up and fetch me a small piece of something he got along the way and hid until I asked. That tickles me. I've seen him take a Hershey kiss out of his coat pocket, or run to his truck outside. Mostly though he hides them high up somewhere. I never see anything high.
The advantage Rick has being 6'1" and me being 5'1" 
I don't bring chocolate into the house because I can't just eat one. 
You can have potato chips and junk like that and I just don't care. 
But chocolate? I will devour!  If this were an Olympic event I'd get the Gold - no competition baby!!! 

Once over Halloween, they gave the adults picking up their dogs at daycare a small bag of mini chocolates. I did not pick up Izzy and that little bag lasted for months. I never knew that they even did this.
Each time I would say, "do you have something hidden?" He would go to a very high cabinet that I couldn't reach even on my step stool and he would give me one small piece of candy. I can't even tell you what a delight that is. A glass of red wine and a piece of chocolate is nirvana.

Last week while watching a movie he was eating a mug cake. I was having ice water. Whoo-ooh. I looked at him and said, "got any goodies hidden for me perhaps?" He did not. Damn. 

So apparently when he saw this he thought it would last a long time.
But I know it's here. When he hides things he may have it for a month before I ask and I don't know he has it. Now knowing this is an issue.
In fact, as I am typing I am certain all those little bites of chocolate are screaming my name, begging me to go downstairs and eat them. I am trying really hard to not have any until this evening. But they seem to be persistent, 'Peggy, eat me, we are sweet and yummy just like you like'
I don't wish to be mean and ignore them. They are dressed so pretty just for me. I may have to visit that little box at lunch. I think I'll just smell them and tell them I'll be back after dinner.  Maybe....