Total concurrence with inot2B and Linda…
SO I'm working at Hallmark now (oh HUSH), and YES I was there this morning: fun! And everyone at the store was getting their little gifts and balloons and cards together and asking, "What are YOU doing tonight?" ... and I kept grinning and saying with a bethsmirk, "Well, you see my boyfriend and I have this agreement that holidays like V-Day are ridiculous, and I feel like I can find a better way of saying “Darling, I love you” than a grand spree of commercialism ... But really, it doesn’t matter to me if I get flowers or dinner or some magnificent scheme ... I get that treatment everyday. I come home, I walk in the door and instantly, there it is: in his eyes, in his hands, in his words (though they’re not needed)... constantly, I am irrefutably reminded and must realize: MY GOD, I am so loved.”
At which point I get a small pause and the wrinkled-nose response: “Omg, Beth, you make me sick.”
Sidenote: the cloud thing, the sunset, the many, many 'i love you's throughout the day: oh, joy upon joys, I understand that... but if you touch that boy in his sleep you’ll get your arms broken. *whimper*
Raw Brownie Mix and Blue Bottles, Rock. I hate you. Love, your hairless cow.