Wook's making me dinner (our tradition) which consists of steak, potatoes, and green beans. He's shnazzing it up by making 'em twice-baked potatoes and picking up some Teramisu at the corner market here.
And apparently he just burnt his pinkie.
We'll finish the night off with a hefty marathon of The Office. Why? Because we can. And what doesn't scream Valentine's Day like FBI Agent Michael Scarn?
Happy Valentine's Day Jim & Pam, Beaver Nation, the State of Oregon, and stalkeratzis!
If you dudes have a spare hour in your jam-packed schedule, I'd love to see you over caffeine or the like. My movers are coming next week, and that's when my life will explode, but just give me a jingle on my cell at (757)-493-1629. K? If I don't see you, have a fab visit, and I'm sure I'll see your ginger butt sometime in Cornvalley.
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