I think it has something to do with impatient women in SUVs.

The boyfriend and I spent Memorial Day Weekend in Ft. Lauderdale at the Napoli Belmar Resort, a small, quaint beachside hotel with affordable nightly rates and a great location but unfortunately extremely uncomfortable beds. We spent our time feasting like kings, appreciating one of the few truly gorgeous beaches in Florida and enjoying various bars and clubs. On our third day, we decided to rent 50cc scooters and headed towards a dock north of Ft. Lauderdale. We chatted at a stop sign while waiting, according to the laws of the road, for the two cars ahead of us to move forward on their turn. Apparently, we weren’t moving fast enough for the woman in the SUV following us who startled us with an unnecessary honk because clearly she must have had an important appointment with, I don’t know, the beach.

I like to think of myself as a relatively mild-mannered, reasonable person. But, perhaps it was the locale or maybe it was the ocean air that prompted me to turn around and belt out the longest, loudest most obscene list of insults I could come up with.

“You want to fucking honk at us?” I shouted, “See, now we’re going to wait.”

I glanced at an imaginary watch on my wrist, “And we’re gonna wait. I can sit here all fucking day.”

“Feel free to go around us. Go AHEAD!” I gestured wildly around me.

In retrospect, I can see how this would be hilarious. Imagine, if you will, a 5 foot girl on a scooter wearing a helmet one size too big screaming obscenities and gesticulating like a loony. Hell, I’d laugh at me.

I completed the secret Valentine’s Day project for my boyfriend of 4 1/2 years and gave it to him last night. I created a That’s Amore book or the Unbelievably-Romantic He’s-Lucky-To-Have-Me book. I included pages of inspirational quotes, a list of things I love about him and why he would do well to marry me some day (i.e. I am awesome). I used scrapbooking material and did a somewhat sloppy job of binding the pages together. Still, it turned out well and he was impressed.

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Before I get to the boring portion of my post (in which I talk about my inability to come up with an essay topic), I thought I might start off with something sweet:

My boyfriend bought me a box of 24 Ferrero Rocher hazelnut chocolates and needless to say, I’ve eaten 7 of these treats in the past hour alone. This can only mean that he plans on getting me fat and then eating me.

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