As one guy put it on the news last night, "It only happens once a year, it will be nice." -Gees, his poor valentine. I am glad that I am loved more than once a year and I don't depend on a national holiday to determine if my love cup is full. How stressfull that would be. Maybe I am spoiled.
We spent our time with our dogs, in the snow, and grilling hamburgers.... yumm, oh so good.