my funny Valentine

last night i drove home from work like it was any other Thursday because to me, it was. it had been a long day at work, i'd had a shitty meeting with my CEO, and i couldn't wait to get home and crawl into bed. as i walked up the stairs to my apartment, the only question on my mind was where was i going to order dinner from?

when i opened to door, much to my surprise, i found Xander waiting for me with a bottle of champagne and two glasses. there were candles and roses everywhere and he had a million dollar smile painted across his face. "happy Valentine's Day, Cori." FUCK. it was Valentine's day! hot tears immediately began streaming down my face and i felt like the worst girlfriend in the world.

not to sound stereotypical, but girls aren't supposed to forget things like this. girls are supposed to berate their significant others when they don't remember special days or anniversaries. i've always been "that girl" who goes all out and plans and schemes for weeks devising everything from the perfect meal to the perfect gift, and perhaps most importantly, the perfect outfit. but i've (clearly) had a lot on my mind lately, and neglected to remember that Valentine's Day was just around the corner.

Xander held me until i stopped crying and put his hand over my mouth as i attempted to profusely apologize. he told me not to worry because he had everything under control. and he did. dinner, desert, flowers, champagne, cheesy love songs, candy - the whole nine yards. and after dinner he slipped a ring onto my finger. calm down, we're not engaged. it is a sterling silver ring that says "LOVE" and it sits on my right ring finger. despite my lack of planning and attention, it turned out to be the best Valentine's day i've ever had.

i'm the luckiest girl in the world.

red or blue?

Vice President Dick Cheney predicted today that the next president would be a Republican, but steered clear of commenting on John McCain's front-runner status or efforts by some conservative activists to deny him the GOP nomination. Being the outward Obama supporter that he is, Xander was naturally infuriated by what he called a "pompous windbag prediction". He started running around the house throwing things and waving his arms in wild protest. He's so cute when he gets upset...

This has been quite an emotional week politically for poor Xander who was just crushed on Super Tuesday when he learned Clinton had won the popular vote in California. While I tried to assure him that I sincerely felt Obama still had the upper hand on a national level, Xander just couldn't grasp that we lost California. Not even my ten minute long speech about how Clinton's lackadaisical views on immigration likely conjured California's Hispanic/Latino community to the polls seemed to satiate his rage. And Cheney's declaration this morning was the last straw.

He put on his favorite hat and said he was taking it to the streets. I wouldn't be surprised if you see him marching in front of the Capital Building on Wilshire sporting an "I heart Obama" t-shirt... that's my Xander.