Isn’t it romantic?

Photo by disneymike

In honor of the most commercial romantic day of the year, we celebrated with roses and chocolate barbecue and brownies.

My friend – and Mark’s cousin – Kimi (yes, we are very small-town around here) had a baby two days before Christmas. I’ve been wanting to visit and see the little guy since then, but this weekend was the first one that worked for both of us. And since we’re both broke married ladies with kids, it was understood that a family/friend night would not be interfering with any grand romantic plans.

So it was that we packed up the kid, picked up some barbecue and headed to our friends’ house for our Valentine’s Day date. Let’s see how the night ranked:

Great food? Check.
Good company? Check.
Sick kids? Check.

Yeah…it turns out that all of us were sick in some form. Croup, bronchitis, cold, upper respiratory junk. Whatever you call it, we had it. So, we kept our distance – no hugging, no holding the adorable new baby – and visited for a couple hours.

After letting the kiddo roam our friends' entire baby-proofed house (with the exception of some apparently tasty sidewalk chalk), we went home, put her to bed, and watched a couple TV shows we’d taped last week. (Yes, “taped.” I have a VCR, and I’m not afraid to use it. Still.)

And then we went to bed early. To sleep. And cough. And snore. (Isn’t being sick together fun, honey?)

So that was my romantic weekend. What about yours? Did you do anything fun? (Keep it family friendly, please!) Or, if you dare, share your best or worst Valentine’s Day story in the comments.