Thoughts on life, love and faith by Plasticmind.

Well, I decided to break from the chocolate and flower liturgy of Valentine's Day and turn it into to the 12 days of Valentine. For twelve days leading up to Valentine's Day, I'm either giving something to my wife or doing something for my wife. Yesterday it was a batch of chocolate covered fortune cookies with love messages inside; today it's a mandatory bubble bath and spa mask while I make dinner (read:warm up the pizza). I think it's more fun if you draw it out--Valentine's Day, that is.

Oh, alright. I'm avoiding the topic at hand. I spent two and a half hours at H&R Block today. Let's just say I owed about $2000 less than I thought I did, but that the tax prep fees nearly made up for the savings. Seriously, though, it was worth it... after about 30 minutes of forms, I felt like I was in an episode of "Eh, Steve!" Can we not talk about it any more?

One more thing. Maybe this is too much to share, but it's a strange new experience for me... well, sort of new. I keep having this haunting feeling that something bad has happened to Jessica. I hear sirens outside and quickly glance at the clock to see if she's on the road. I guess the feeling is akin to what I used to feel when I was in elementary school and I was afraid my parents were going to leave me. It was never a reality, but the love was so strong that with it came the fear of loss.

Oh now there I go being pensive again. Let's end with a funny story.

Jess and I had just finished watching Red Eye, which needless to say scared Jessica pretty bad (she's a tender lil' guy). Afterwards, she went to the bathroom to brush her teeth. I stood outside the door, just around the corner and waited until she came out. Well, she nearly hit the ceiling when she saw me. But before I could even laugh, she punched me so hard I fell to the ground, where she continued to pummel me. Don't believe me? Maybe I'll scan in the bruises on my arm. One day you'll see me, all broken up in a hospital, on the news, but by then it will be too late...