I am actually waiting on my next project supplies to get here. I am making my own decorative pillar candles and have to get the wire and Beads to make them, but while we wait I will update you on my Valentine's weekend. It sucked. I don't think Nick even knew that it was Valentine's Day and he sure as hell didn't get me anything, or treat me as if it was anything but an ordinary day. It's officially not my favorite holiday anymore. My weekend was spent as follows:
Friday night, Nick called and told me he was not coming home right away and was going walking with his friend. Not only that, but he wanted to invite this friend over for dinner. This is the most inconsiderate thing anyone can do! I had to work twice as hard to make a meal that I had created for two into a meal that could feed three. I seriously spent over three hours in the kitchen cooking and cleaning, and chalked it up to my gift to them for Valentine's Day weekend.
Saturday morning we were invited over to the same friends house for brunch, which is all fine and dandy, but before we left, Nick got it into his head that he wanted to change the tire. He started that, and it was my job to hold the back hatch open since the hydraulics are broken. Sadly, I think this is why my wrist is in such battered condition right now. We had brunch after I stood holding a door over my head for a good thirty minutes, and everything about brunch was fine. Nick decided though that he did not want to go to my parent's house after, and my mother's gift is still sitting on the coffee table. I then had to rush around and get stuff ready for another "surprise" dinner that I was in no way shape or form ready for. Went to bed pissy cause my wrist started to hurt really bad.
Sunday, woke up and made breakfast. Rose shaped waffles dyed pink, and bacon. Knew Nick would like them and appreciate them. Gave Nick his card and listened as crickets filled the apartment. Went back to cleaning as Nick took over the couch and the TV to watch crime dramas all day. I decided to putter around the house and wait till I had to make dinner, hoping Nick would have a surprise up his sleeve. Nothing all day/night. Dinner went horribly wrong. Meatloaf (Nick's favorite) took way too long to cook, and by then my wrist was REALLY hurting because I made the loaf in a cast iron pan, adding about 2lbs to the already heavy pan, and needing to use my wrist to lift it about 50 times in order to keep checking it. Did all the clean-up and started resenting the Hallmark holiday because I didn't even get a card.
Woke up this morning to snow I ignored yesterday and started shoveling out. My wrist told me no, but I still did. My wrist is possibly broken, and there is something floating under the skin. I think I may have chipped a bone. May not be able to make anymore projects for a while if the pain keeps up.
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