Romance Is Wasted On The Good-Looking

Fran knows better. Cheesy of her to do that, really. Giving me an eight pound box of chocolates shaped like the biggest, most obnoxious heart ever. Really awful. What am I, a blushing sophmore girl with her first boyfriend? Should I have giggled and tittered and hidden my face when she whipped that monstrosity out of the car boot?

Thank god I'd had the foresight to have a good bottle of champagne and a dozen long stemmed roses arranged on the coffee table. Or I would be SUCH a dead man.

As it is though, it was a good evening. Details will NOT be forthcoming but let's just say I think Dave and Craig's reputation got a run for it's money tonight. Rowr. Peej, you squat furry hunka hunka burning love, you.

Hope everyone else had a great Valentine's Day, too. Wow. Guess I CAN eat a lotta dark chokkies in one sitting. That's it for me, time for lights out and a cuddle.

*Pete sets the chocolates on a nightstand and hits a switch, the room goes dark, and all goes quiet*