This year, though, we've been missing each other a lot and C decided to reinstate Valentine's Day. Nothing fancy, but pretty perfect--lots of sweet words, an early steak dinner (to beat the crowds), a card, candy, a gift. It's been a really lovely night.
As always, though, our lives are punctuated by humor and silliness. Here's a conversation we had when I walked in from work tonight:
C: What's that? (pointing to a small bag of candy in my briefcase)
Me: A client gave me these . . . they're just like Reese's but waay better.
C: They can't be better than Reese's!
Me: Seriously, they're sooo much better. The chocolate is creamier and the peanut butter just melts in your mouth.
C: long pause But if someone got you some Reese's candy for Valentine's Day, you wouldn't think these were better, would you?
How was I supposed to know that Reese's now makes a heart-shaped box of candy? So here's my official opinion: the Reese's are better because they taste like love. (But the others are creamier . . . just sayin')