Happy heart day, everyone! I'm living this one to the fullest, what with all the death and illness and sadness and stuff going on around me. I'm trying to focus on the positive. And the positive is most visible in the chocolate I am hoping to score tonight from my husband.

In the event that he gets me flowers (which is possible, especially since he knows I'm doing pilates and admiring my flatter - not flat, but flatter - stomach) I bought him a good sized box of Lindors. I'll get at least one or two out of it, I'm sure. I just have to give him my puppy eyes. Or better, my I-won't-put-out-otherwise eyes. Those work best.

In order to sneak a few minutes of blogging into my day, I gave the gremlins their Valentine gifts as they came in from school. Nothing says 'I love you, now leave me alone for a few minutes' like a bag of candy. Jellybeans, chocolates, and hearts with ridiculous sayings on them completed the sugar feast. I highly doubt nutritious dinners will be eaten in their entirety tonight, but I'm willing to accept the consequences of my actions.

As I wrote about my devious Valentines Day plan, Spawnling came to me and demanded to nurse. I'm now balancing a sixteen-month-old (yes, he really is that old now!) precariously on my lap while attempting to type and drink my peppermint tea. It's not going so well.

I have no idea what Geekster has planned for this evening. Are we going to watch a movie? Will we eat a late dinner together after the gremlins crawl into their pods for the night? Will we eat copious amounts of chocolate (pleaseohpleaseohplease)? Whatever the case, I've come to one conclusion: Even if today ends up being like everyone other day, every other day is pretty darn good. I mean, we're cuddly and kissy and all that sickening stuff every day. We say "I love you" every day. We spend time together every day. What more is there?

Chocolate! That's what! Oh, wait, I eat that every day, too...