Day 274: Tahiti

July 9, 2012

Did I commit an act of love on Thursday, June 28? I don’t know. I think I did because I would’ve remembered missing a day, but I don’t have anything in my records. That’s weird. I’ll just make something up.

On Thursday, I took you to Tahiti for a one-day vacation while our five year old babysat her little sisters. The flight was nice, though you’d think that something as advanced as a teletransporter would have a better in-flight movie selection.

While in Tahiti, we went snorkeling. We met a sea turtle named George who showed us around some reefs. At one point during our tour, I saved you from an attacking shark by poking him in his eyes, then punching his right nostril. I may have lost a piece of my ear, but at least we’re alive.

For dinner, we ate an entire pig that I cooked over a fire which I started with a flamethrower. When we were done eating, I entertained you by doing one-handed pull-ups. I did an impressive 254 of them, though George spotted me on the last 15.

When we got home, we were relieved to see that our daughters were fine. It’s a shame, though, about the car. Kids these days and their reckless driving.


Day 273: “Surprise” Flowers

July 9, 2012

On Wednesday I bought you this bouquet of flowers:

I didn’t give it directly to you. Instead, I put a note in it that said, “Love, Your Secret Admirer,” then asked a couple that lives next to us if they would take them to you and say that some random person asked them to give it to you. Then I went back to our house.

About ten minutes later, they knocked on the door. When you answered it, they did just as I asked. “Oh! Thank you!” you said. “What did the neighbors say?” I asked you with a huge grin on my face after you closed the door. “Thanks for the flowers, dear. They’re beautiful,” you said. “Weren’t you surprised?” I asked. “Nope. But I love the flowers.” I thought you’d be very surprised and even amazed. So much for being the David Blaine of romance.