[ I'm suffering from a crippling case of V-Day sincerity, so you'll hafta insert your own tasteless joke about hot bitches here.]
UPDATE: My mom the romance writer has, understandably, more Valentine's Day eloquence than I. Check it!
UPDATE 2: I am trapped in the house today. I am drinking a cup of tea and wishing I had a cookie, or anything remotely tasty. But I never keep nice tasty things in the house because if I did, I would eat them. So I just reheated and chowed down on leftover cauliflower. Tea and mushy cauliflower during a nor'easter. How romantic.
