Guess I should say something about Valentines Day.

This was...I believe, our 4th V-day together.  The first was by far my favorite, he picked me up at my apt. and we drove to Ontario for dinner.  But everything was of course totally pack so after about 3 hours of trying to get into a restaurant, we went back to my apt. and ordered pizza.  We ate pizza and cuddled on the couch all night.  Anyways its funny how things change when you get married, this year we decided to forgo ALL gifts, so no cards no nothing (because we are broke as a joke).  The whole day I kept thinking how nice it was that we have reached a point in our relationship where we don't have to keep doing silly stuff like that every year.  Well, in the back of my mind I thought he would really get me flowers and chocolates and the whole bit.  So when he came home empty handed I was actually pretty mad (yes, yes, "unstable females" blah, blah).  I jumped in the shower before we headed out to dinner and he jumped in his car to get me what was left of the much picked over candy isle at Wal Mart (apparently he was one of about 20 other guys getting cards and candy at 4 pm on Valentines day).  It turns out that I love to get the cliché candy and flowers.  Women need acts of love like this from their men.  My husband adores me with all of his heart, and he tells me about 10 times a day how much he loves me....but a little candy added to that now and then really puts the cherry on top.  We ended the evening eating dessert and watching the classic 80's movie Better off Dead, turned out to be a pretty good night.