So I think that I will never try to go out to eat on Valentine’s Day again. What a debacle! Not really, it wasn’t that bad. But we didn’t get to eat at Dick & Jenny’s because of the ridiculous wait (getting there at 6:15 only to be told we wouldn’t be seated until after 10? Um…no.) so we went to our old standby, Crescent City Brewhouse. Of course, it’s a nice choice for V-day as it’s meaningful for us (first date, engagement night, etc) but I was looking forward to something different. Ah well, it was nice. And also nice were the two dozen pink roses I was greeted with when I got home from work.

Awww!

Going to Baton Rouge this weekend…haven’t seen my mom in a while. Hope I don’t get a blow-out on the interstate. I have a plug in one tire keeping the nail hole from leaking. Hmm. I think friend Jon will be riding with me to Baton Rouge, though, so at least I won’t be the one changing the tire. Ha ha! Just kidding! Glad Jon doesn’t have internet access to read this. tee hee!