This morning I awoke with a heavy heart. I miss Brigget. No, she’s not gone anywhere, it’s just that I’m not making my weekly trip to buy hay from her this year like I was last winter. And I just know I’m missing out on all sorts of good Valentine’s Day fodder. Things such as pondering whether or not this is own poop or owl vomit. (Turns out it’s vomit.)
Or what led to the mummification of this barn owl egg.
Or why there’s a noose hanging in her barn loft…and who put it there?
No, these truly blog inspiring Valentine joys are not at my finger tips this year, and so it was that I woke up quite sad. That, however, was short lived when I came face to face with the death and destruction about to happen in my kitchen ten minutes later…
On the counter sat a simple brown box with a red bow, labeled:
I knew this was not going to be good. Only one thing came in chocolate boxes…and that would be…
…chocolates!
Now, you’re likely sitting there saying to yourself, “Ugh, how disgusting! He could have at least given her a new manure fork since the old one has lost three of it’s tines!”, and you’d be right. He could have. It would have been a very sweet gesture if he had. But he didn’t, because he knows how untraditional I like to be on Valentine’s Day.
And he’s mean. For I’d only announced last night that I was going on a diet. I was limiting my junk food intake and eliminating my carbonated beverages. And now, here in front of me, sat temptation. I curled up my lip in disdain, poking around at all the pretty candies that were not to be mine.
I’ll be the one shaped like a heart has something soft inside…
And the white one has coconut sprinkled on it…
It probably wouldn’t hurt to sample just one candy…
I wonder what’s in the pink one?
Those stripes sure look pretty…
No, those are not empty wrappers you see behind them!
You know…I think I’d better just destroy this box of chocolates.
I wouldn’t want them sitting around here tempting me all day long.
Best to eat them all right now, before the kids get out of bed…
And now that I’m feeling like an owl after a heavy meal, I think I’d best just wish ya’ll a Happy Valentine’s Day and go pass out from chocolate overload…
nothing’s more romantic than owl vomit
I thought for sure there wasn’t going to be any mushy valentines day stuff. Oh well, the owl vomit and egg were a change for today. Happy V Day!
Hey – it was only 6 candies…could have been worse, like the BIG double-decker box.
Shhhh….I only took one picture, Karmyn, of just that one little corner of the big double decker box…don’t tell anyone! I don’t want them to think I’m a pig
So nice to see owl vomit as I munched on my baked puffcorn! NOT!!
Your hubby is sweet to give you chocolate!!! I mean..really he is!!
Happy Valentine’s Day!
Now, Rachel, surely you’ve been one of those pushing for an overnight stay in the loft of all things creepy, were you not? A little owl vomit shouldn’t bother a woman like you!
i had to laugh… my V-day present this year was the original Rambo on DVD. because i had found 2 and 3 but had not been able to find the original… and my wonderful husband located it at a WalMart earlier this week. he, in return, got – NOTHING! well, a big kiss and hug, but he gets that all the time anyway… but we don’t usually make a big deal out of the “occasions” because we do stuff for each other all the time. we both learned from prior bad spouses how lucky we are now, and we try to show it all the time…
anyway i digress. my very first V-day present from him? he took my truck to get new tires (which i paid for) – but when it came back, it had really cool new rims on it too! one year for Christmas we got each other donkeys. yes, real live donkeys…
i think i have found the perfect man for me!
(but, PS, if you want to mail me your chocolate crumbs, i wouldn’t say no!!! yum yum)