Swallowing the rant

After having various conversations on the canned commercialism and forced cliches of Valentine's Day (where the efforts read more saccharine than sincere, more panic than from-the-heart, blah, blah, blah) my husband surprised me by sending these to me at work:

Normally I'm of the mindset that cut flowers are wasted on me--I don't usually enjoy them as they die pretty quickly on me--but I have to say that I was definitely NOT expecting them and the surprise of these flowers was pretty darn nice. And, yes, the flowers were pretty darn lovely to look at too. But the flowers were topped by the delivery of these:

Now chocolate-covered strawberries are definitely NOT wasted on me. They're one of my favorite treats and these were wonderfully decadent and huge. I polished these off during the Winter Olympics Opening Ceremony with the help of my girl and her friend.

Sigh. Eating my words was, well, pretty sweet.