This Can Be His Excuse in 20 Years

In the true spirit of Valentine's Day in medical school, I have a huge exam on Friday.  You will correctly recall that last Valentine's Day, I had a cardiac physiology exam (because these professors, they are so clever and humorous).

Anyway, I briefed The Lawyer on the state of affairs a while ago, and we mutually agreed that our Valentine's Day would be celebrated this weekend, when I have no new material to distract me and a glorious three day weekend in which to go on a spontaneous out-of-town trip sleep late and wear pajamas all day.

As a pre-Valentine's Day gift, I baked The Lawyer cupcakes last night, and he came out to Virginia to receive them. 

I had been having back pain all day (thank you, endless studying...), so in a demonstration of both love and pity, The Lawyer gave me a massage.  You may think that this is leading to a romantic Valentine's Day story, with endless declarations of our love, but I assure you that I was fully clothed and that he had to use IcyHot. Then, I fell asleep while listening to Goljan Pathology and The Lawyer let himself out, after telling me that he didn't think that I needed to get up to brush my teeth.  (The sexiness, it is overwhelming.  But yes, I did brush my teeth.)

Before he left, I teased him that with the way we have to accomodate our schedules to my breaks, if he ever forgets an anniversary or Valentine's Day in the future, he can always blame me.

"But, I thought we were doing Valentine's Day on the 18th of this month!  You said so!"

Ah, medical school.

I at least have enough heart to go to The Lawyer's condo later today.  While other couples are out eating overpriced meals at fancy restaurants, we'll be eating takeout at home.  In sweatpants.  While doing work.

It's OK, though, because he has a very special surprise waiting for him on Friday!  It is partially sponsored, so I will be blogging about it, and also giving away the product that I was given!

(I know, you can hardly contain your enthusiasm.  Pray tell what Valentine's Day gift I could have gotten?  Chocolate?  Sexy underwear?  Unmentionable things?  One can only guess, but you will find out on Monday, when I emerge from my cave of seclusion.)