Love is in the Air

I'm sitting here staring at the Blogger page willing myself to write something witty and clever that my sister will say is funnier than Dooce. That method always works, right? The psych-yourself-out method? The writers-block method? The pressures-on method? Some of the greatest unread authors of our time relied heavily on all of these methods, with varying levels of success.

Valentines Day was lovely. I made bf a delightful hand made card highlighting his finer points and believe it or not the man actually cried. Tears. Tears of Crying. Well, tear. One tear that he casually wiped off from under his eye RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY FACE. Not even a cough and turn or declaration of allergies or a panicked and unexplained splash of water in the face. And he wasn't even ashamed to admit it. Do I need to repeat that? He said it was the most thoughtful thing anyone has given him. Which, well, besides being kind of sad for him, was so wonderful and the best gift for me, ever. I couldn't ask for a better man. This is no joke.

We actually did Valentines Day yesterday, on the oft overlooked holiday of Feburary 13th. Don't bother re-checking your calender, that would be Friday the 13th. We are nothing if not romantic. After a ceremonious blood leading and chainsaw massacre to mark the occasion we tucked into a game of Fable II on the Xbox. The romance was palpable. Hearts all a flutter. Well, flutter is understated. I guess forcefully removed by what I believe is supposed to be magic electrocution would be more accurate. But I'm no expert. Learning something new is romantic, right? Then we fell asleep watching a TiVo'd episode of American Idol. Life of the party, we are. I'd rather be geeky and sleepy with no one else.

Overall, a great Valentines Day.