Today I am tired. The kind of tired that comes from a full day of learning about a new job. The kind of tired that comes from meeting new people and learning about their lives. The kind of tired that a good nights' sleep doesn't fully fix. The kind of tired that makes my eyelids struggle with gravity.
I am happy, though.
For some strange reason I had the urge to make some chocolate fudge the day before Valentine's Day. Baking and I aren't often acquainted. Would you call it baking, making fudge...? It just put everything together in a pot, no oven-related shenanigans.
Valentines Day... I wasn't expecting much, but hoping for (expecting) something. I decided to wrap some pieces of fudge in some paper and give them to my husband as a treat he could take to work. The thought did cross my mind to make small parcels for everyone at his work but I realised a few things; there wasn't enough fudge, his work mates would think I was crazy, he would be too embarrased to give them fudge from his wife on Valentine's Day. So, too much effort based on all of the above.
Instead I left his keys atop of the small parcel I made just for him.
Then after he had left for work, I discovered that he had picked up his keys and left the parcel behind.
So I decided I'd take it with me for my training day yesterday and eat it all my myself, but possibly share with whomever I sat next to. I didn't end up getting it out, they had enough lunch and nibbles for us all.
But after I got home I simply could NOT find the parcel anywhere!
Last night, Valentine's Day afternoon, we had the privilege of having my sister in-law stay, along with her 10 week old CUTE baby! It was lovely.
We chatted and ate the rest of the fudge I had made. My husband said he had no idea what I was talking about, the keys on top of what? Valentines fail.
Then this morning, I found the parcel had fallen out of my bag while in the car. Yay! More chocolate fudge for me today!
I'm still tired, my coffee has worn off. And I better go nap before my Little Lion wakes up.