Wed 14 Feb 2007
ah, it used to be that a bath on Valentine’s night meant candles and bubbles and a boy….and maybe a little wine.
this year, i went in for something slightly different.
traded in the old model of bath boy for a fresh one, ditched the candles, eschewed bubbles for Johnson’s No More Tears, and replaced wine with a little whine, but lots of giggles. and love. real, mind-blowing, twitterpated kind of love. didn’t even need to shave my legs.
Oscar, you’re my favourite Valentine ever.
(and out of respect for your dignity, i have refrained from posting any of the bath photos without strategically placed washcloth…you can thank me later). :)