No Monkeying Around

I was halfway through my day today before I remembered that we have a Valentines Day tradition of making Rice Krispy marshmallow treats with cinnamon red-hots. So Susie and I made an emergency Rice Krispy run to the grocery store and then came home and made these:

Note the heart-shaped one at the top. WE ARE ARTISTS.

Those are flowers to the left, there, not rhubarb.

While in the store, we took time to laugh at all the desperate-looking gentlemen in the flower section. Larry said he saw a lot of the same when he swung into Trader Joe's after work. I felt constrained to point out that he was one of them.

But I won't complain about that, because he brought me excellent chocolate and a bouquet of pretty flowers (the stems of which are pictured here, because I am apparently not enough of an artist to take a decent picture of a bunch of flowers AND I am too lazy to get up and take a better photo).

After the gift-giving (I bought Larry a chocolate eclair drizzled with some pink icing, because that's the sort of really personal gift you get someone you've known for almost 27 years), I drove Rachel to Civil Air Patrol and hung out with a fellow knitter at Starbucks during her meeting. When I got home, Larry and I discussed flooring options for the basement.

That's sort of what passes for romance after 26 years of marriage, I guess. FLOORING OPTIONS. Hey, at least I didn't get a bunch of bananas and a monkey card this year...