Happy Valentine's Day, from The Morrisons.
Casey and I agreed that in lieu of all our current projects and endeavors that we would forgo the traditional Valentine's Day gift exchange. We agreed to just make a nice dinner sometime this week. Despite the agreement, Mr. Sneaky-sneaky cheated and bought me the gift of massage. I am of course blown away. I love massage, and its not a treat I get to indulge in often. But now I have the awful nagging guilt of not being the partner to pop a surprise gift on the unsuspecting. I'll have to come up with something and surprise him when he least expects it.
1 comment:
how is it possible that Mr. Gavin gets cuter by the minute? So precious.
And yay, The Hubs did the same to me. I didn't get him anything...well a card. Egh.
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