But, really, it is easy to make me happy.
Last night was one of those nights that made me happy. Jay and I went out to dinner just because.
I had a margarita with dinner...so good. I was celebrating long distance with Aunt Crazy and Mrs Mom. They had birthdays this week and so I thought it would only be fair to raise a drink in their names. I'm such a good friend that way.
After dinner, Jay suggested we go for gelato. Basically, without even thinking about it, we recreated our first date ;)
I ordered my usual wildberry and raspberry gelato and Jay ordered some bizarre combination - pumpkin and blueberry. There's no accounting for taste sometimes, chef or not.
Jay's guy dished up his gelato in no time, but I was getting impatient because my guy was taking forfreakingever. So not kidding. I mean, how the hell hard is it to slap the gelato into the bowl? Half on one side, half on the other, stick the biscuit in and hand that bitch across. Not difficult at all.
I might have muttered something along those lines to Jay and then I took a look at what my guy was doing.
He was making me a rose. I shit you not. A gelato rose!
|The picture didn't do it justice.|
In fact, the pictures make it look like girl parts.