That bear story reminded me of roses I got once. My husband bought them on the first Valentine's Day we knew each other. I love flowers - I want to pet them and embrace them and carry them around the room in a vase like the flowers themselves are my one true love - but a dozen roses on Valentine's Day? That's a minimum of $50. That's crazy talk. Good god, buy me roses in a few days when they are a hair wilted and discounted, and we can pretend Valentine's Day is actually February 16th. Or don't buy them at all and pick me some dandelions. Anyway. He didn't know me then, and it turns out his sister told him he had to buy them for me. Ha. He does know me now, and I have not gotten roses on Valentine's Day since. _{I loved the hell out of those roses and got every penny worth though ;)}

I hate lingerie too. Torture devises. That keep going, kid, you're doin' fine bit is exactly what the crows meant I think. Honestly, I'd really like to do that fancy dinner and dessert and candles thing (without the lingerie but probably in my underwear)...by myself. Gosh that sounds romantic, doesn't it? Nobody does it all just right like yourself.