"Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: What is it else? a madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet." (Also, it is matching pizzas.)

Things base and vile, folding no quantity, 
Love can transpose to form and dignity:
-- A Midsummer Night's Dream

We had twenty-four hours of Valentine's! On Friday, I surprised Sweetie by having The Boy come over and babysit so we could go out for dinner to a restaurant we used to go to all the time back at the turn of the century -- literally, we hadn't been there since 2002 -- and then go for ice cream.

When Love speaks, the voice of all the gods 
Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.
-- Love's Labour Lost

And then on Saturday, she gave me matching sweatshirts (Mine says "Soul," which when I saw it I said "Great, I love it!" because I didn't know yet that it was matching and thought maybe Sweetie was just saying I had soul, but hers says "Mate", so we got to be in love and embarrass the older kids),

Hear my soul speak: 
The very instant that I saw you, did
My heart fly to your service.
-- The Tempest

and I left little notes around the house detailing various great memories I had of her from our nearly-two-decades together, and she gave me a box of candy, and we cooked matching pizzas together (only hers was more heart shaped, so mine had the pepperonis arranged into a heart), and then we watched the movie Annabelle after the boys went to bed, so all in all, a great Valentine's Day.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.
-- Romeo & Juliet.
(True of Love; Not True Of Pizza.)

Would You RatherDay, 2:

Would you rather have a ho-hum relationship with your significant other year-round, and that person is around every day except Valentine's Day, or have an exciting, passionate relationship with the love of your life, but you only get to see that person on February 14? 

You just never know when the person you married will turn out to have some sort of terrible hideous dark secret that irrevocably alters your view of that person, your relationship, and even the entire universe.

The other day, I was making us Grilled Peanut Butter & Banana Sandwiches for dinner.  It's like having dessert for a main course, only fried!  Anyway, as I got the bread out, Sweetie said "I want the two pieces in that bag," pointing to the dregs of the old loaf of bread which had a slice of bread and the heel.

Bread, the way God created it.

Now, I'm a regular person just like you and I know that the heel of the loaf of bread is suitable for many things: toasting, being on regular sandwiches, etc. and so on.  But I had to point out to Sweetie that she was way off base on this one:

"You can't grill the heel," I said, because to grill a sandwich you have to spread butter on it, and the heel is all crust outside, and I don't even know why I have to explain this to you it's SCIENCE, okay?

"Just turn it inside out," Sweetie said, and I explained that you could not do that because that is not how it works.

(Again, this is basic SCIENCE, people. The heel of the bread points outward from the loaf and to turn it inward is to risk blowing up the universe or something. It's like crossing the streams. I don't know what will happen.)

Sweetie insisted that I do it, and then even insisted that she'd done this for years.  On grilled sandwiches she had made for me.

Sweetie has been eating, AND feeding me -- she claims, but I think she's lying because I'm positive I'd have noticed! -- weird perversion of nature inside out heel-bread grilled sandwiches for YEARS?

I need to lie down.

I made it for her, because she's my wife and I love her etc. and so on, but I was not happy about this development.