Valentine's Day was especially full of love this year. I know, old news, we've talked about the smackdown, the lovefest and I've posted and more. BUT. I have to report that when Mr. W. walked into the house with one dozen of those long stemmed red-the-price-doubles-at-Valentine's-Day beauties, I almost wilted at the knees. He would do that for me?! It was a dreamy moment. I really do love them. I gaze at them lovingly *sigh* and think about how much he must love me to drop that kind of cash on something that lasts about a week. It's a gallant and noble act to dash in with roses-in-hand; I feel like Lady Catherine...Only now I have to keep moving those lovelies to the kitchen sink where the tops of the flowers peek at me from over the non-romantic location with stainless steel sides. Because devil cats one and two think that red roses are cat delicacies. And whenever I'm not looking, they sneak to where ever I've placed my symbols of swoon, and start nibbling at their apparently velvety goodness. And several times, the vase has been tipped over so that those hairy beasts can show their apparent dominance over all things floral and arbor-like. I have re-named them The Lone Ranger and Tonto, however. Because devil cat one is stealthy and full of prowess, and devil cat two just shows up for the food. So when my brother called me one day and said 'hey Tonto, what's up?' I was immediately offended and told him NEVER to call me Tonto again. And he should look that word up in the spanish dictionary, anyway, before he goes throwing around labels like that at his sister. SO. Just so you know, I don't hate our cats. I'm at high level dislike for them currently, not unlike the Christmas time post on a similar topic. But I still pet them and feed them and shut them in the basement every night. Because I sleep better knowing that my roses will live until morning. And the symbol of love that super spouseman has for his lady will still make me want to croon and sigh at breakfast. And the fact that he would sacrifice his hardware superstore money for those babies is flattery in the highest form. Love that guy.