How stupid do I feel?
Martino and I don't celebrate Valentine's day. It's a gimmicky Hallmark holiday - derived from an early christian tradition to encourage non-christian Romans to exchanged notes of affection instead of wanton sex in the month of February. Long story short, we don't need a card company or religion telling us what day of the year we should do something special for each other. It makes it feel like an obligation to those with significant others, and is a source of depression and heartache for those who are single. All in all, it's just not a good day.
Having said that, Martino still went out and bought me a box of Bernard Callebaut chocolates (read: 40$). So we decided we'd share it - we'd each sample half of each piece. Last night we ate just a few of them.
And some time during the night, the dog ate the rest.
I woke up in the morning to see the box gone from the coffee table where I had left it. I thought that Martino took them to work with him and I was a little angry about it. I called him up, and he said that I couldn't hide them to have them all. Then we both realized what must have happened. Sure enough, under the couch lay the empty box.
So the dog got an ass-kicking, and I'm the one that feels awful. Here Tino goes and buys me a thoughtful, expensive gift, and I thoughtlessly leave it somewhere the dog could reach it. I never even thought she would go for it. She's been so good about not touching things on the coffee table, it didn't occur to me that a box of chocolates would be irrisistable. It's not like I set it there thinking she wouldn't touch it, I left it there not even thinking about it.
I feel so awful about it I'm sick to my stomach.
Having said that, Martino still went out and bought me a box of Bernard Callebaut chocolates (read: 40$). So we decided we'd share it - we'd each sample half of each piece. Last night we ate just a few of them.
And some time during the night, the dog ate the rest.
I woke up in the morning to see the box gone from the coffee table where I had left it. I thought that Martino took them to work with him and I was a little angry about it. I called him up, and he said that I couldn't hide them to have them all. Then we both realized what must have happened. Sure enough, under the couch lay the empty box.
So the dog got an ass-kicking, and I'm the one that feels awful. Here Tino goes and buys me a thoughtful, expensive gift, and I thoughtlessly leave it somewhere the dog could reach it. I never even thought she would go for it. She's been so good about not touching things on the coffee table, it didn't occur to me that a box of chocolates would be irrisistable. It's not like I set it there thinking she wouldn't touch it, I left it there not even thinking about it.
I feel so awful about it I'm sick to my stomach.