The V-Day Report

I almost killed my boyfriend. Yes, it was an accident. I swear! Turns out that not all chocolate is in pink wrapping because its for Valentines. In fact, if you're the confusing Ghiradelli folks its code for raspberry, to which he's badly allergic. Fortunately, being the slightly more detail oriented and literate man that he is, he read the ingredients, thus saving me from a repeat v-day in the ER.

One thing he's not allergic to are my chocolate chip cookies. Oh, and Yankees tickets. Definitely no allergic reaction from those.

Yes, kids, I survived a normal and pretty wonderful V-day. That even came with a delivery of roses to my office...and me blushing like a doofus.

There's a rumor that some of you may be meeting him this weekend. Before you go getting ideas, I'm perfectly aware of how introductory meetings have been...more an "initiation" aka "humiliation" of the introducer.

Not sure there is anything that could really embarrass me that I haven't thought to tell him, yet. But, if I did forget something, I'm more than sure he'll enjoy jumping right in on taunting me.

Smooches
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