yesterday, in what i can only hope was a non-valentine-related occurrence, i saw a dog with red painted toenails. not even a fancy poodle, where it would kind of make sense (would it though?), but a medium-sized, brownish, rascally-looking dog. too confused to even laugh, i was sadly not able to act fast enough to snap a photo either. the poor thing. how would peta feel about this situation?

anyway, happy valentine’s day, friends.

i am allowed to be excited by this holiday on some level because i have a special lady. we may not buy into all the cheesiness, but do see it as a good occasion to go out to a fancy dinner and be sappy, and that ain’t so bad. today at work a bunch of girls were emitting various giggles and squeals as they compared the floral arrangements they received from delivery men; that’s the part i’m not so into.

the very first year, we made the mutual decision to move our date night out to saturday to avoid the crowds and be able to fully enjoy our fill of wine. tonight she’s making a lovely meal at home so we don’t get gouged or treated badly by nerve-wracked wait-staff. that will be nice. last year, i cooked the ‘day of’ dinner, and she picked the saturday night special date location. we take turns. it’s a good system. i am fully content with our tradition.