The forecast at our place isn't looking especially romantic for tomorrow: school's been preemptively cancelled because of rumors of a big storm (last time they did that we got a whopping four inches; I'm so hoping for more) and dinner plans never got off the ground. Thanks to JRL's incredible grandmother, though, we are well stocked with chocolate.
But I would like to send a valentine to all the gorgeous male writers of the world. All the men I've ever loved have been writers of some kind (my first boyfriend was, and is, an amazing cartoonist) because, face it, nothing is more of a turn-on than a man putting pencil to paper. Or rolling a piece of paper into a typewriter. Or standing in front of a printer waiting as the pages of his oeuvre stack up. You are all incredibly sexy, and I love you.
That is all.