When Real Life is Funnier Than Fiction

I had a rough day Sunday. I mean, a really rough day. It culminated in me spending six straight hours trying to fix a bug that had been plaguing me in one of my programs for over a month. I thought I’d worked around this bug about five different ways, but every time it came back to the fact that it wasn’t working. I had to figure out why.

And it took six hours, four computer scientists, a ton of googling and actually drove me to tears of frustration before the end. When I finally got it–and by “I”, I mean one of my former classmate’s boyfriends–I got to spend a few moments smacking myself aside the head for not figuring it out.

All in all, a frustrating day. And one that derailed our writing a bit. By the end of it all I wanted was a week of sleep.

My poor husband watched this helplessly, occasionally peeking his head in to ask if he could help and then fleeing when I invariably started screaming curses about Microsoft and VBA and how no one could help me. My office is a very dangerous place when things are going badly.

So the next day he came home with 2 dozen beautiful pink roses. Apparently he got accused of forgetting Valentine’s day at the store a few times, but my husband got me something far better than flowers for that infamous day…he got me Blade Trinity so I could stare at Ryan Reynolds to my little heart’s content. Good husband.

However, this is not the story of how my husband provided me with Ryan Reynolds’ abs. This is the story of how his sweet and thoughtful gesture turned into such a farce that Moira Reid thinks I should put it into a book.

Mainly…I had an allergic reaction to the flowers. Then I had an asthma attack because of it.

So my poor husband wanted to make my day a little easier, and ended up depriving me of oxygen.

Then, in a last ditch attempt to save something, he tried to make me some cookies.

They burned.

By the end of this I was giggling hysterically–or as much as I could with no oxygen available to me–and was in a perfectly good mood. Because life is funnier than fiction sometimes. And while every thing he tried to make me feel better turned into a fiasco…it was still sweet and romantic and perfect.

So now I can’t breathe and am hopped up on antihistamines again, but I love my husband for trying in the face of overwhelming odds.

And, you know…for giving me Ryan Reynolds for Valentine’s Day. Because nothing says love like a half-naked vampire hunter.