A sick Valentine's Day, it was perfect.

Andi and I were sick on Valentine's Day. We just felt terrible. Neither one of us could hardly stand up and we ended up sitting/laying on the couch all night watching the Olympics and taking turns telling the other how sorry we were that they felt bad. But here is the great thing: we had a terrific Valentine's Day. For us, it doesn't get much better than being close to one another on the couch, deciding whether to watch the next Olympic event or pop in "Any Old Port In The Storm" on DVD. All that matters is that we are close to each other. Period.

Sure, it would have been nice to have felt good and go out for a nice dinner and all that jazz. But you won't hear me complaining whenever I am "forced" to sit 2 inches from Andi all night on the couch, cuddling and watching TV. I hope next years Valentine's Day is that good.