Valentine's Day is sooooo romantic...

when your small child spends the weekend projectile vomiting on you and sleeping on your soiled chest while you catch up on the TiVo list of programs you cannot live without. Makes for a really sexy, champagne and chocolate drenched weekend. Another Hallmark holiday ignored in the Cohen house thanks to the stomach flu and a severe hatred of manufactured calendar holidays. My real gift? The moment Otto's fever broke and he asked for some Cheerios that did not come rushing back at me in a hot, chunky torrent of bile and 14 vitamins and minerals loaded with toasted wholesome goodness. Put that in a box and send it!