This is what KT and I are getting each other for this most sacred of holidays:
Her to Me -
1) She has entertained the notion of going to see The Monument Men with me, even going so far as to independently research show times and theaters with captions. This is huge for her as normally her attention span lasts half way through a trailer, making sitting through a 110 minute movie (she may not realize the length, so shh) quite a sacrifice. Not to mention she will have to endure nearly two hours of my insatiable man crush on Matt Damon.
2) She will not, after she has fallen sound asleep tonight and I am still awake, have the following argument when I turn to the Olympics (which she has determined to be A) boring, B) depressing and C) *toss off motion*)
KT - "Don't turn, I was watching that!"
Me - "No you weren't. Your eyes were closed and there is a line of drool coming out of your mouth"
KT - "But is was listening to it!"
3) She will trim my eyebrows to make me less Garrison Keillor-ish
Me to Her -
1) I have paper-clipped the rear bumper of her car back to the rest of it. Yes, I used a paper clip to secure the bumper to the car so that it no longer drags or nearly drags on the ground when driven. It is a foolproof fix. The car still sounds like it is dragging several cats underneath it when you turn, go over a bump, accelerate, run the fan or put the keys in the ignition, but the bumper is firmly secured with a paper clip. Baby steps.
2) I will move our sole cable box (and the 13 shitty channels it offers) from the living room into our bedroom so that KT can watch her Bravo shows when she wakes at 12:30, 1:45, 2:20, 3:40, 4:15 and then for good at 6:00. As I am asleep, she won't have to listen to me childishly bitch and moan about how incredibly offensively moronic I find her Bravo shows.
3) I will drink. In an effort to cut calories, I have been avoiding alcohol on "school" nights. Last night, KT informed me that she likes "Drinking Paul" because then she doesn't feel strange about having a glass of wine alone. So, honey, tonight, just for you, I will drink.
Romance is alive and well in the Kruse household.