My wife is red hot! I mean it steaming. And it's not just her smokin' good looks.
Yesterday being the premier hallmark holiday that we call Valentines Day, my wife, as Emril would say, "turned it up a notch [OK, OK get your minds out of the gutter].
She planned such a special day for me.
When I called her earlier in the day she said that she was planning something special for dinner. Now, we've been goin' organic and primarily vegetarian so I wasn't quite sure what "special" meant. Eggplant surprise? Tofurky?
Well, I got home late [which is an all too usual occurrence] and the kids were in bed, the table was set, the candles were lit and on the table was a big ol' steak, baked potato and beans...a real mans meal. It was sooo awesome just to sit across the table from the beautiful woman who I don't deserve.
Now that would have been amazing enough, but today, I went to the chiropractor and the receptionist says to me, "I have a note for you." She hands me a baby blue envelope that says "honey" on the front, to which I reply, "I hope this is from my wife!"
Relax, it was. She had made an appointment for me to receive at 45 minute masssage....45 MINUTES!!!.
Tonight we were eating a meager meal of beans and rice, and as I was dabbing on my favorite condiment, yes, you guessed it, Franks Redhot, I looked across the table at my beautiful wife and thought...
She is so awesome and yes she is also...