Trumped.

I was trumped this Valentine's Day. Totally and completely trumped. Darn it.

Oh so many moons ago (3 weeks) I was trying to de-clutter our basement and happened upon a box of photos. Well, wouldn't this make a nice little Valentine's Day present. So I plotted out my course.

1. Hide said box of photos from Nathan. Didn't want him finding them and having the same great idea.

2. Rush to Target to find gorgeous (but manly) picture albums. Purchase three.

3. Cleverly place photos into albums in chronological order (starting with Thailand, then Africa, followed by Australia. Or does Cambodia come before that?) while wonderful fiance is attending night class.

4. Throw a fit - LITERALLY - when you realize you have NO idea what order to put the pictures in. Darn that fabulous fiance and his uber-confusing travels over a two year period that ended three years ago and now you can't remember what order he went in.

5. Decide to wrap said box of photos and empty picture albums in large box with bright red paper. Throw your heart-felt and oh-so-Hallmarky card on top.

6. Wait for Valentine to open his gift so you can start to put it together. With his guidance this time.

7. Realize you've been COMPLETELY trumped when you open your gift. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely LOVE being spoiled...especially in my new black jacket...but I just hate to be TRUMPED!

I love you, Valentine. :)

Sidenote: As if it couldn't get worse once the presents were opened, Nathan replied "I love you too. I'm so glad that we're getting married! I can't wait to be married to my Valentine." Again, this trumped my simple, yet to the point "I love you, Valentine."

Next year, it's on like DONKEY KONG!