It’s not the despair. I can stand the despair; it’s the hope that's killing me
You might think you’ve come to the wrong place. You might think that i’m about to introduce a guest blogger. You’d be wrong. But there is something out of the ordinary going on here today, something different to the usual as i’m going to give you a weekend update; mainly because it was so bad it’s actually worth blogging about for once.
I think I’ve blogged before about how hopeless I am at births, marriages and deaths. Actually you should make that anything I need to think about, act upon, shop for, or turn up to. I’m far better at words than actions. I haven’t even managed to send off my divorce papers 2 years after they were signed. I fail every time. Including at Valentines Day. Yes, I even failed at Valentines Day.
I am officially hopeless.
But as usual I have an excuse. Multiple excuses:
a) I was honestly going to pop along to the posh shop on Saturday morning and buy him a card but instead I had accidentally ended up staying at the boy’s for the night.
b) I also didn’t expect him to offer to spend the day going shopping with me for a new handbag. I thought there might be football on, that I might get even a small half hour of opportunity to get a card.
c) I totally under estimated him – I didn’t expect to receive a fancy card, a rose, strawberries and a chocolate lolly heart.
I didn’t even get him a card. Yes I know I am officially an awful girlfriend.
He then took me for lunch at Café Anduluz for my favourite food – tapas – and refused to let me pay; he bought sirloin steaks for dinner from the butcher; and then took me out to Bond No9 (Leith’s own champagne bar where I had a ‘Kara Blossom’) when I wasn’t hungry enough to have the steaks, just yet.
But to really top it all off, he put me in a taxi when I started to feel ill; made me a cup of hot water to help my poor tummy; helped me climb the stairs when I couldn’t walk anymore; listened to me be sick; put me to bed with a hot water bottle and kissed me on the head and told me he loved me despite the fact I was terribly ill. All the time.
And I didn’t get him a card.
Suggestions on how the hell I make this one up to him welcome…
Kx


I think it’s pretty obvious how to make it up to him and may require you to splash out on some new undies. Everyone’s a winner really…
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and smut suggestions are welcome
this is an adults blog after all..
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Aww. I feel bad for you…not him! It sucks being sick on holidays! I’m sure he understands. My hubs didn’t even get me a card and I bought him two!! I guess that’s what marriage will do to us…
Have a great week! Get feeling better!!
I would also take Phoebe’s advice though. New panties always work well!
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Aww that sounds like one sweet man.
Just be nice to him. Sometimes small things are better than grand gestures.
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Smut suggestion: send him a photo or two…
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I’d have to agree with the consensus here – whatever smutty or kinky thought you may have, go with that impulse, surprise him (but don’t scare him) and he’ll be very happy indeed.
Btw, I just stumbled upon your blog and so happy to have found you!
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All good suggestions, smut is always welcome
Emma Welcome! Ill get catching up with your blog
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If you have to do it, you might as well do it right
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