Warning: Mushymushmushmush

So I've had the best Valentine's ever. Usually I don't care too much 'cause I've usually just been dumped or I'm just about to be dumped or we decide that it's a namby-pamby consumerist holiday that all the good people at Adbusters would feel self-righteous at you if you celebrated. Which is fine, but... well, it's nice. I didn't even get the courtesy of a phone call from my so-called boyfriend last year. This year I got roses. A lot of roses at once. No one has ever given me a lot of roses at once. S4 woke up early and put them on the dresser, where I could see them from bed and I tell him it looks like he got me too many. I'm super blind so he tells me to get my glasses from the bedside table (which, from our lofted bed, is about 4 feet straight down. So I lean blindly over the bed to get my glasses and almost plant my face into *another* bunch of roses. Ahhh! And then we woke up and I unveiled the espresso-dark-chocolate-covered strawberries I made for him yesterday and then we put the leftover espresso chocolte chips into heart-shaped pancakes for breakfast. Okay, yeah, kinda cheesy. I don't care.

I also got the super-coolest techno-valentine ever, desktop sized! Here's a little one: