Love Ya, Mean It

Last night. Couch. Reading Wall Street Journal. Some article about buying the perfect Valentine's day gift. (A short red trench coat for the ladies with rosettes hugging the bottom was one option. Really, WSJ? Really??)

Me: "We're not buying each other cards for Valentine's day, are we?"

Blair (without looking up from his section of the paper): "God, no."

Me: Excellent. I love you, honey.

Blair (still not looking up): Love you more. 

It may not be for everyone, but it works for us.