It may make me appear to be a hopeless romantic, or a sappy son of a gun, but I LOVE Valentine's Day. It is, seriously, my favorite special day. (Note that I did not say "Holiday." Sure, it's named after St. Valentine, but I think we've fairly successfully forgotten all about his gruesome demise in favor of romance and ... other things.)
At any rate, I have a slight problem this year. My wife has already outdone me on romantic gestures. Gifts, Compliments, Little surprises here and there, she has upped her game and raised the bar like crazy.
So I say, Challenge Accepted, wife. I will come up with something by tomorrow that will make this new phone you gave me look like a toothbrush.
Just you wait.