I ♥ Zefrank:

Having a holiday where you’re supposed to feel love, though, is kind of tough, you know - it’s hard to do under pressure. It’s like “Have a Great Idea Day” or “PEE! Right now! Day”

If you think about it, saying “I love you” on Valentines Day means less than it does on pretty much any other day of the year. It’s like there’s inflation on the currency of romance or something.

If you say “I love you” on February fourteenth, it’s kind of like walking into a doctor’s office, and when he asks what’s wrong, saying “I’m sick!” and then handing him a balloon that says “He’s Sick!”

He’s going to ask for symptoms: Do you feel nauseous? Are you having trouble sleeping? And if you don’t have any symptoms, you probably shouldn’t be in the doctor’s office…”

For the record, we had a bottle of Riesling which had been sitting in the fridge since Christmas looking for a suitable weekday-evening-after-long-day-at-work coiffing opportunity. And then P hoovered the living room and I dealt with the litter tray. And then there may or may not have been loveydoveyness, but no more or less than any other Monday night.