Monday, February 14, 2011


More than 10 years ago when I went on my first date with Andy, I was too nervous to eat dinner in front of him so I only ordered a cookie, and even that I ate self-consciously.

Today, as I was rushing out the door on my lunch hour, I took the cover off a big chocolate cake and proceeded to shovel it into my mouth by the forkful as he and the baby looked on.

Real love isn't pretty.

Happy Valentine's Day, sweetie poo.

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