Perhaps flowers are a bit cliche on Valentine's Day. Too bad.
Tracy gets bonus points for getting the flowers to me this morning. For this act of awesomeness she received a delicious breakfast of french toast. For lunch I met up with Jannie for 'chicken and a movie.' (Chicken is the new pizza... Don't know if you had heard.) When I got home, I made Matt a pan of tator tot hotdish and we reveled in our single-ness together. Any night is a good night if there is a tator tot hotdish involved.