Happy Valentine's Day!

Forget about the Hallmark/FTD/Zales cabal. Forget about pricey dinners and "lovers' getaway resort packages" and all that hooey. Forget all the other posts you read today about what make men or women tick, what makes a successful relationship or "Five thousand reasons why successful relationships are fairytales and I-never-wanted-one-anyway-so-nyah." You want to know what love is? I'll tell ya what love is:

The eight and six year old Llama-ettes still need their labwork done as part of their recent birthday physicals. The Missus went out of her way to get up and get out of the house early today in order to be first in line at the lab, so that she could get the gels attended to and still be on time to go teach at St. Marie of the Blessed Educational Method.

Why did she do this? Because otherwise I would have had to take the gels to get sampled this weekend and the Missus specifically wished to spare me the ordeal of having to help the six year old pee into a cup.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I. Am. Not. Worthy.

Yip! Yip! Yip!