Valentine's Day in the Biped/Squeeze household went something like this:
Me: I know it's the buttcrack of dawn, and I'm sorry to wake you up, but I have a favor to ask.
The Squeeze: Happy Valentine's Day, baby.
Me: Aw, thanks! Happy Valentine's Day to you, too.
The Squeeze: What did you need?
Me: I think the dog is sick. Can you get a stool sample?
Ah, l'amour. We are a romantic movie in the making.
(True: Prada's fine. I'm pretty sure she just ate a stick.)
No chocolates for Bella, please. Just cuddles, and maybe something sparkly.