Valentine's Day

A year of complaints regarding the lack of flower gifts and general sweep-me-off-my feet tactics have paid off.

I was fed a very impressive home-cooked dinner of cheese fondue, lobster, steak, spinach ravioli, and chocolate fondue (with strawberries, pound cake, and bosc pears for dipping), amid the requisite dozen roses and two tulip plants. Who knew he was such a great cook?

Then we played poker with friends till the wee hours of the morning. And got drunk and passed out. A more perfect Valentine's day I could not have wished for.

In return, I gave him two sweaters and a shirt, all exactly one size too small. Yup, I know my man.