...is how it says on tons of shiny cards dragged around today by primarily the american mailmen.
To me, Valentines Day was new, strange and very foreign, when I first learned about that custom as a very young woman in the US.
I'll probably never go whole hog - just like I won't cry my eyes out if my kids don't shower me with flowers, chocolates and socks/mugs/tshirts saying "The worlds greatest mom" on mothers day.
But it's always fine to be a little romantic - so I was, as I put together Brunos lunch last night, when he attended a meeting in the biking club.
Yes, cold cuts on pumpernickel can be romantic too.
Of course I kept my face straight this morning - and waited anxiously for him to write "WHAAAAAT" in an email. But not a sound.
So around 2 pm I write him to ask if he enjoyed his lunch, and he says "No, we had leftovers from that seminar yesterday - but I put it in the fridge, it's fine for tomorrow!"
That'll teach me...