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The Aftermath of the Day of the Valentine

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Hello, Kittens! I hope you all had a blissfully romantic Valentine's Day, full of hearts and flowers and chocolates and glitter and sparkles and rainbows and unicorns and topped off with a night of hot VD buttsecks. Perhaps, I should rephrase that last bit .... At least you should consider yourself lucky because, unlike my superfab co-worker, your bf of 3 years didn't give you a Starbucks giftcard (and you don't really drink coffee/go to Starbucks). Menz. Sometimes they are stoopid. As for me, I had a lovely Valentine's Day, celebrating the person I love the most (here's a hint. It's me). When I got home from work, I went for a run. 3.35 miles in 29:01. Go me! Then, I had a martini (mmmm) and samples the Cheddar/Chocolate cheese . It was not awful. In fact, I imagine that it would be even tastier melted ... like in a grilled cheese or as a fondue. As I drank martini and sampled cheese, I also made a Valentine's Day card for M. It was cute. And had he...

Romance

In a recent email conversation with the SuperFantastic Cuzin, Vuboq was asked how to bring the romance back into a relationship. Ah. Such an important question. Vuboq, he *hearts* romance. He also stops to think that perhaps he is not dating the most romantic man around. Exhibit A: Vuboq's gifts from Y's month-long trip to Israel: 1) The biggest luffah Vuboq has ever seen (it's a good 2 feet long) and 2) a half-pound of granola (very good, organic, homemade granola). Vuboq needs to investigate this further. Anyway, Vuboq racked his tiny, little brain [remember, Vuboq is pretty, not thinky] and decided that a picnic would be ideal! In a park! Or in the backyard! On a cute red and white checkered blanket. With pita and hummus and olives! Lots of olives! And cheeses! And maybe baba ganouj! And dolmades! And a nice white wine! And, for dessert, watermelon and feta. Mmmm. And right at dusk, lighting some candles and watching the stars come out. *sigh* Vuboq thinks a ...