L is for Love

Well, it's Valentine's Day and I'm sitting here catching up on the blogs that I've neglected to read for some time. Yummy's working and serving food to 800+ people tonight at the restaurant! The life of being almost married to a chef.

Today hasn't been a total loss... our two new fur babies arrived via doggie taxi. We decided to adopt a pair of Boxer sisters. These are the same two that we tried to adopt back before Christmas but they went to a couple that was already approved to adopt. But, this couple could not handle the Boxer in them and returned them to the foster mom. We were next in line... We now have Miley and Maggie joining our family. They are FULL of energy and Miley NEVER lays down for more than a few minutes at a time. We have our hands our full but in a good way. We're fortunate that they were abused by the original owners but they were neglected and drastically underweight. They still need to put on a few more pounds so we'll be working on that with them but it's kinda hard when they run, run, run in the yard each time they go outside. :)

Wedding plans are well underway. The chapel and everything with that is booked. We moved the date to help keep costs down and booked the restaurant we wanted for the dinner afterwards. I just need to find the perfect shoes to go with my dress... anyone have any sites that they would recommend? Invitations are the next on the list to order... maybe I can get to them this week.

Yummy's having surgery on Monday for his Achilles tendon. He'll be off work for 2 weeks and then back but in the corporate office until he is completely released from the dr. Yummy will get a look into what it would be like for him as corporate chef. We're both excited because he'll have normal hours during this time. I'll actually get to have dinner each night with him and go to bed at a normal time. Woot!

Things are still the same on the EH front. He's still an asshole, still telling the princes things that are not true and throwing them for a loop... the only new thing is now he's started to get physical when I try to talk to him about it. He pushed me out of the doorway a few weeks ago. The latest 'tale' that he's telling the princes is that he pays the judge so they don't have to live outside in the cold. WTF? The littlest prince thinks that he's going to end up living outside if his asshole father stops paying the judge! EH actually told me last night that it would happen if he ever decided to not pay his support. Hmm... why the fuck do I have a job? It's not because his support pays all my flippin' bills! I swear there's something wrong with this guy. He's delusional to say the least.