I was complaining to my husband the other day
that there never seems to be enough time or intent
for good old fashioned romance
Where you stare adoringly into each others eyes
and whisper sweet notes of love
To this I got a grunt and then the pearls of wisdom that only a husband could dish out
"You don't exactly inspire romance when you shuffle around in those fluffy slippers all night, blowing your nose and wearing those flannel pj's"
What do they say about a woman scorned?
Hell hath no fury perhaps!
bugger you then..
I'll create my own bloody romance!
and so I set about creating it
on a night that was bitterly cold
when the kids were cranky and tired
and we'd had enough of settling their disputes
First, the candles were lit...
then the homemade pizza's were made...
and to finish we grazed on a basket full of homemade chocolate coated strawberries