happy belated valentine's day.

I am romantic. And I am not romantic. I love getting flowers and notes and mushy stuff like that. But at the same time, I hate that kind of thing.

Jesse is awesome about bringing me flowers when I am sad or having a bad day. And sometimes he writes really sweet notes that are not mushy at all, yet totally make me melt (and no, they aren't dirty). Jesse surprises me every year for valentine's day with a membership to the National Baseball Hall of Fame. A couple weeks ago I received a call from the hall of fame to verify my mailing address. Apparently my membership card and pin had been returned to them saying the address was undeliverable. Thank you, Detroit mail! Not only did the hall of fame have to pay additional postage to send it to the exact same address a second time, the surprise was completely ruined.

We exchanged gifts on Saturday before ordering pizza for dinner, and no, it wasn't that creepy heart-shaped pizza. Unfortunately, this year I wasn't surprised to open the envelope from the hall of fame. But I think Jesse was surprised to open the little deep fryer I bought for him!! We tried to make onion rings but it didn't work out so well. Last night Jesse made some very tasty fried brie. I am looking forward to many yummy fried foods in our future. And a big belly.

So romantic!