On the Ninth Day of Christmas

This morning Tim took Rylan snowboarding and I took Kona over to my parents house. I spent alot of time thinking about how to pull off my surprise for today.



Before Tim left, I asked him if he was in the mood for me to cook anything in particular. He was like, "whatever"...he still didn't know what the plan was and I ask him all the time what he wants to eat. When he got home from snowboarding, we were riding out to his dad's and I asked him again...he was like I don't care. So, I called him a butthead, with a smile of course, and handed him his clue. He apologized for not being any help in the food department. While we were driving home, we decided to take a raincheck on the candlelight dinner. He was tired and neither one of us could figure out what we wanted to eat, so we came home and ate leftovers and pbj.