Valentines Day was radical. We were lovey dovey, he got me flowers, I got him cookies, we ate at Houstons, we cuddled, we kissed, we ate a hot fudge sundae, we laughed and we had to put on stretchy pants as soon as we got home.
By the way, if you're ever in Irvine and you want to be blown away... eat at Houston's. It was insane. The french dip was to die for. I literally start salivating every time I think about it. I can't wait to go back. Or I guess I can't wait until our wallets can afford to go back... lots.