V-Day aftermath
We did nothing special for Valentine's Day. I mean, as far as the traditional roses and chocolates and expensive dinners, we did none of that. We did, however, grill out big ass steaks. We ate at our kitchen table with a romantic centerpiece -- a sleeping black and white cat (someone seems to have perpetually allowed Dom to lick the milk out of his cereal bowl in the morning, thus now the cat thinks he can hop up on the table whenever food is being served). After dinner, I watched "Trading Spouses" while my food digested, and then hopped on the treadmill during "24". My husband passed out on the couch due to overconsumption of both steak and wine.

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