My Valentine Done Good.

Internet, I have a confession to make. I may be just a little evil. Why, you ask? Well, because when I wrote Thursday's post—you know, the one full of Valentine's Day dos and don'ts? I had a feeling it might make for a slightly more valentine-y Valentine's Day around here.

And I was right.

In our house, Valentine's Day started on February 12, and continued on right through the weekend. The hub and I both took Friday off (but sent the munchkin to daycare), giving us eight whole hours of free time. And you know what we did?

Get your minds out of the gutter! My mom reads this blog...

We went furniture shopping. That's right. My determined-to-be-romantic husband said we could do whatever I darn well pleased, and I dragged him through every furniture store in town. Every. Single. One. In my defense, this is impossible to do with a baby in tow, but I do recognize that I could maybe use some romance lessons of my own.

On Saturday, the wooing continued. He took over baby duties for the afternoon so I could take some time out for myself. He probably hoped I'd visit Victoria's Secret, or go get my legs waxed or something. So you know what I did?

I took a nap. That's right. A two hour nap (I'm not helping my case here, am I).

Later he went out and got us some takeout...from Olive Garden. I know, it seems like an odd choice, but that restaurant holds a lot of fond memories for us. So anyway, he got what I ordered, and as a surprise, even splurged for a bottle of my favorite wine and some tiramisu (the tiramisu was what made me swoon).

He didn't even complain when I fell asleep on his shoulder at 11:15 (yes, after the two hour nap. Disgraceful, I know).

To cap it all off, yesterday, I came downstairs to find a dozen red roses with a card nestled in their blooms. And in the card? Was a gift certificate for a massage.

In short, my baby done good. So, Internet, I owe him an apology. It turns out, he does a romantic bone or two. I'm thinking next year I might loudly complain about the lack of tropical vacations in my life. Think that'll have the same effect?

Don't answer that.