For you curious minds, yes, that is Michael Scott on the table.
We debated about dinner. We had 3 choices.
1) Get all dressed up while a 9 month old clobbers at your ankles, then go to a nice restaurant where your night will include alot of "shhh!", "here, please just eat some more cheerios" and "oh, sorry waitress, watch where you step" as she crushes crackers into the floor. Yeah, not so much fun.
2) In-and-Out. Not a bad choice in my opinion.
3) Put Cooper to bed and have a late dinner. Winner.
I went to Crate and Barrel (now that's what love is all about) and got an adorable fondue pot and started scouring the internet for recipes. The idea of fondue is disgustingly romantic, right?
Well, we spent the whole time talking about how gross it is that people do this as a group, dipping in the same pot over and over. (I have seen food detectives...double dipping gets you just as many germs as being a whore.) We both made cheesy drippings across the table and on our chins. Do not try this for a first date. Bad idea. Next course was chocolate. Now, that is what I was really looking forward to.
(I did rip the entire label off the champagne. I'm classy and experienced)
So the chocolate round was in the living room, and needless to say, I need Sera's Tide to Go pen. (How's that for telling you I need it, Sera? Sneaky, sneaky) Billy was wearing a cream sweater. Oops. The night ended there because we both fell asleep on the couch, I think by 10pm. I am such a mother!
The day had its kinks, but I have to say, greatest Valentines Day so far. Oh, and I can't forget Billy's funny gift for me. It is awesome. Sorry, Ashley.