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last night the boy and I went here:
for valentine’s day. yes, I know the hallmark holiday of love was tuesday. we went to dinner last night because the boy and I are so enamored with each other our celebration of love takes 2 days. or maybe it was because la fondue had a heinously overpriced menu on the 14th.

the 14th did not go unnoticed though. in addition to the walgreens I (heart) you bear that plays “love me tender” when you press its foot, the boy sent me tulips (my favorite) and gave me a gift certificate for a mud wrap at spa. I gave him cheese and rootbeer.

but last night was the gastronomical adventure. la fondue. we had the combination. starting with a yummy salad with lemon tarragon dressing. why they even serve salad, I do not know. neither did our server. you will never leave that place hungry.

after the salad came our appetizer of cheese fondue. we opted for the stinking rose. swiss cheese with wine and garlic. garlic. the gift that keeps on giving. I smell like gilroy right now. we dipped bread, potatoes, broccoli, apples, grapes, carrots, and garlic cloves into the melty pot of dairy deliciosity.

yum.

then came the meat. la romantique. raw filet, turkey, and shrimp. yes, you pay to cook your own food at la fondue. our preferred cooking method was punsch, which was spiced red wine with cloves and rosemary. we also had dipping sauces like teriyaki with wasabi, sour cream and chive somethingorother, bbq, mango, and horseradish.

yum.

the boy doesn’t like chocolate much. uh…didn’t like chocolate much. until the dessert fondue came. since I thought it was going to be all for me, I ordered milk chocolate with irish creme. to dip: marshmallows. apples. rice crispie treats. snicker bars. bananas. oranges. pineapple. cream cheese balls rolled in cinnamon. I was in full food coma while he continued to dip, his favorite being the cream cheese (wisconsin boy).

yum doesn’t cover the dessert fondue. @#$%ing yummy as @#$%.

after dinner we went home for hours of hot, passionate…sitting on the couch like puffalumps, both feeling like nicole ritchie must feel after she eats a potato chip.

the boy gave me a nice gift yesterday. he got the inspiration here.

it’s been awhile since I’ve had a valentine, so I’m not real sure what to get the boy as a token of my undying love and devotion. what I really want to do is get something kinda hot for valentine’s night. I searched at victoria’s secret, but couldn’t find what I was looking for. it was all just…well…not me.
so what do you guys think of this? what’s the first thing you think of when you see it?

update: since I couldn’t try it on, davis offered his help. now I can see just how fabulous it would look on me.

today dear abby recommends ways to meet your true love. according to her, getting out to mingle increases your chances. apparently mr. right won’t just appear at your door. unless your mr. right is the ups man. I do have a friend who’s husband was the man in brown who delivered packages to her office (heh, packages. heh, and he delivered them to her).

a tip from one of abby’s readers: don’t pout. apparently it gives off a bad vibe. but if your mr. right is steven wright, he’d probably dig it. or richard lewis. he’s kind of a pouty guy.
oh, and mensa is a great place to meet “the one” if you’re a smarty mcbrainy. easier said than done, my friend. take the test and tell me how you did. see? not an option really.

I have no better advice of course. but just take all this with a grain of salt. several grains actually…surrounding a margarita glass. in fact, overindulge in those margaritas and fall on the first attractive person you see. now that’s a story to tell the grandchildren.

(pardon me while I get all lovey-dovey about my schmoopsie boopsie for a sec.)

today marks 5 months since the boy and I had our first date. and yes, I pay attention to that stuff, and no, I’m not afraid to admit it.

yesterday, my friend krissy commented (not for the first time) that she’s so happy to see me happy now. I asked her if I was sad before, and she assured me I wasn’t outwardly sad or not fun to be around, but there was a dark cloud hovering above me, weighing me down. it’s true. there was. a cloud. a dreary, heavy cloud. and now it’s gone. or maybe now I’m on top of it, and it’s now called cloud 9. ok, I’ll stop.

today his blog songs are lyle lovett’s cute as a bug, and brown-eyed girl by reel big fish (because he doesn’t have the van morrison version). here is why he picked cute as a bug. that’s really cute, huh?

you know what’s even cuter than that? he calls me mon petit fromage. in french, that means my little cheese. but what makes it the cutest is that he’s from wisconsin.

was this not enough cute for you? check out the cute overload blog. if you don’t find that stuff cute, you’re dead inside.

and despite what everyone warned me about, my ass is fully intact. I did not freeze it off. the weather was quite cooperative, actually, and only got down to the mid- to low-30s. there was snow on the ground for my entire visit, but I did not get to see snow actually falling. the boy managed to pelt me with a snowball though, and four white-tailed deer graced us with their presence in the boy’s parents’ backyard.

meet the parents
what would possess me to go to wisconsin in december? I must be in love or something. I went to meet the boy’s family. not just mom, dad, and sister (and her husband and their 2 boys), but cousins, and aunts (one by phone) and an uncle, and more cousins, and second cousins, and of course, callie the westie. I’ll admit I was nervous at first. walking through the airport to greet his family, I kept clearing my throat, even after I explained to the boy how sarah jessica parker did the same thing before meeting dermott mulroney’s family in the family stone. but as soon as “mom,” “dad,” and sarah welcomed me with hugs, I was at immediate ease. when we left 6 days later, I almost cried at the airport. had it not been for noah, the boy’s 2-year old nephew exclaiming “seacrest out!” (that the boy taught him to say), and could have burst into tears. this way, I could claim they were tears of laughter at least.

noah is unlike any 2-year old I have ever met. he is almost always happy, and so freaking adorable. he’s amazingly smart too. he called me “cathy girl” at first, but eventually dropped my last name. he was always so happy to see his uncle matte, and by the end of our trip, I got the same reaction from him. little boo caden, at only 3 weeks old, was not quite as animated as his big brother, but it was fun to gush over his cuteness, you betchya. the baby leo designs blankets I got them were a huge hit. I may need to get one for myself.

bullshit no, that’s not what it is
my dad wanted me to tell the boy’s family that the reason cows in california are happy is because they’re not in wisconsin. I think it’s because marijuana grows wild in the fields where they graze. whatever the reason, there is one cow bull in wisconsin that is very, very happy. how do I know this, you ask? well, guess what is in this here tank. betchya can’t.

it’s full of bull “love juice.” yes, that stuff. the boy’s uncle sells prize winning bull semen. so, if you’re in the market, the boy can probably hook you up.

I suddenly got a hankerin’ for a hunk o’ cheese, so I’ll end here. I just so happen to have a cow-shaped hunk of cheddar in my fridge…part of my welcome to wisonsin basket I got for christmas from the whole clan.

go badgers!!

courtesy of (e).