So we watched a great Super Bowl game, as the Eagles choked and let the Chiefs win. I sure am glad I wasn't really invested in the game -- I wanted the Iggles, since I have lots of Philly friends and don't even know anyone from KC, but I went to sleep very well after the game. Maybe the Dolphins will figure out a way to keep their small QB upright and they can compete next year. It'd be great -- I really dig the Fins' coach McDaniel, who looks like the character McLovin -- the picture of nerdiness. We'll see.
Meanwhile, D1 told me that she and Joey are hosting D2 and Jonathan for a romantic VD dinner tomorrow evening. That gladdened me, and so I went onto the Big Daddy's Liquors site to make sure they have proper spirits. I can't afford to drink Johnnie Walker Blue, but bought a bottle for them, along with some good tequila and vodka. I know they'll have a great time, assuming the spirited toddler stays in his room, asleep. The 7 month old is a marshmallow and no bother.
Ah, Valentine's Day. I dreaded it when I was single and dating -- having to balance several, um, responsibilities. We typically celebrate with Loni and Mike, but this year I think we blew past it.
The first year we lived here, in Villa Wifey, I set up a table outside in the lovely February evening, brought in DiNapoli, and played nice music from D2's boom box. It was just the 4 of us, toasting our new lovely home.
The following year, which must have been VD 2002, I invited several couples and we feasted. The Ds were servers, and I bought each of the wives lovely costume bracelets which they found under their plates. We drank champagne, and my less than romantic male friends enjoyed being saved from their clumsiness. I used to really enjoy romance.
Earlier, I asked Wifey if she wanted to go anywhere to celebrate. "Nah -- all partied out." I felt the same way, and I already bought her a beloved gift -- the pressure assist toilet. She says it's a game changer.
So we'll just hopefully get some nice photos of our beloved Ds and sons in law enjoying. That'll be fine.
Meanwhile, I just read that today is National Mistress Day. Apparently those men so equipped are supposed to take their mistresses to nice dinners. The really brave ones go with the girlfriend tonight,and wife tomorrow -- to the same restaurant! I plan to stay home both evenings. Who has the energy anymore?
Meanwhile, a cold front blew in, and the weather is absurdly gorgeous today. All the doors are wide open -- a delicious cool breeze blows through the family room as I type. Wifey took the special needs Spaniel for a short walk. I'll soon take the strange rescue dog for a longer one -- we both need more exercise.
D1 wrote to say she balled at a Super Bowl commercial -- for The Farmer's Dog dog food. I saw it, too - essentially her life story with HER spoiled Spaniel. The commercial starts with a girl telling her dog she'll protect her forever, and she does, through the years. The dog is there when she marries, and the commercial ends with the girl and the dog snuggling -- with the girl's human baby, too. Yep -- Madison Avenue, or wherever these people work currently, still can pull the heartstrings.
D2 adores HER pup Betsy -- all 93 lbs of her. I wonder the scene should she bless us with human baby or babies, too. I imagine it will be adorable.
Ah, a sentimental old man's thoughts wander this eve of the Day of Amor...
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