Whining.
This is certainly not the best Valentine's Day ever. I can't have hot, hot monkey sex, or even really cuddle, because my knee objects painfully to movement or being touched or being at an angle not between 5 and 95. I've decided that being able to take painkiller to sleep is important, so I can't have a glass or two of wine. I can't stand for very long, so I couldn't even make a tasty delicious dinner, and though Phil is making BLTs, that's just not super romantic. It will be tasty, though! I never like going out on Valentine's Day, because trying to find a restaurant is always difficult, and reservations, and parking, and...every simple thing is more difficult for me right now. And I didn't get fabulous presents to make up for it.
So all y'all better be having fun!
So all y'all better be having fun!