Below the break is my calories-a-day graph and here’s a test for you: can you tell when things got stressful for me?
This is a vent post and goes from work to diet so if whining of any kind bores you, click away to playboy.com or something.
Here’s hoping you had an awesome Valentine’s Day with the loved one of your choice…as I did.
“Romance is not a close dance under the Eiffel Tower or a slow boat ride in Venice.
Romance is not manufactured by Hallmark or organized like a flowchart.
Romance happens two hearts spontaneously synchronize over a shared experience.
Romance is strength and hopes shared with the best person you know.
May you find Romance everywhere.”
That’s not a self-portrait but it is part of the landscape in one of the weirdest hotel rooms I’ve stayed in (and that’s saying a lot). The Bride kidnapped me for Valentine’s Day and took my body for an overnight stay at the Peppermill in Reno. We ate at Romanza’s their excellent Italian restaurant where the pasta melts in your mouth, and then went search for our room. It was off the beaten path and buried in the back of the hotel on the second floor. The room had dark paneling, two skylights, two large LCD TVs, a humongous bed, and no windows; a nuclear device could have exploded outside the building and we’d have been none the wiser. There was an odd mixture of furniture including a big leather couch and a dresser with two metal monkeys. All in all, it was a fun experience but next time, give me the same room with direct sunlight.