I was kinda bummed out last night, as I found myself on my one year anniversary just hanging out on the living room couch alone watching Tyra effin' Banks. Not too bummed, just kinda wistful. The buzzer rang and I heard, "Flowers for Jessica Parker." It's uncanny how he (the world? 1-800-Flowers?) intervenes at exactly the moment I need it. "A rose for every month" + a lovely note attached.
Internet apparently blows in Australia, but that didn't keep my man from walking around five miles in Melbourne looking for an internet cafe that could support video chatting.
"So what are you doing today?"
"This. This is all I have planned. To talk to you."