Ooh, I think this is going to be the best Valentine's Day I've ever had. The first celebrated one!
Ryan gets back from the field on the 13th, and apparently he had been discussing his plans with my sister by email. I found a piece of paper on her dresser three days ago that basically says "V-Day. Wake Drey at 7:30. Ready by 9:00. Ryan comes 9:15". It doesn't say where he is taking me, but I wonder what she's going to tell me to actually get me out of bed and ready to go somewhere without telling me why I'm getting prettied up. I ruined the plans for myself, but I swear I didn't mean to! I was a little suspicious last week when I got a package in the mail with a super gorgeous, pink babydoll shirt in it. My sister said she "seen it on eBay and thought I would like it". For one, the invoice stated that the shirt was $32, and my sister would never spend that much money on a shirt for me, and two, it had Ryan's eBay user name at the top of the invoice. I'm not THAT retarded. Since my sister was "the buyer" I didn't mention the invoice and told her thank you, because I knew something was going on but didn't want to mess anything up. I asked Ryan before he left for the field weeks ago if we could take a trip down to Galveston, and he said "we'll see", so I'm really hoping we go down there since it's only 4 1/2 hours away. *hope, hope, hope* Whatever he decides to do it's going to be a great friggin' day! I haven't seen him since before I went home for Christmas. He was in NCO school when I got back, and left for the field immediately following class one day. Damn the military sucks. SUCKS! What better day than Valentine's Day to be reunited with your other half, eh? He's so precious. I just want to squeeze him!
