Stop bacon my heart, Valentine

The guys were excited for bacon!

It is often said that the best way to reach a man's heart is through is stomach.  And the most effective tool to reach a man's stomach is bacon.  Therefore our Valentine's dinner was focused on bacon, otherwise known as man candy.  We got together with two other couples in our small group on Friday evening.  Each of the gals made a few dishes.  The menu included bacon wrapped jalapenos as the appetizer, bacon wrapped meatballs as the main dish, bacon bread, loaded baked potatoes, and a salad (with bacon bits) for sides.  Dessert was maple twists topped a maple glaze and bacon bits for sprinkles.  It was all very delicious.  Next we watched Hitch.  This movie may be the most guy-friendly romantic comedy out there.
On Saturday morning we started off our Valentine's festivities by tackling household chores-- shining shoes, doing the recycling, cleaning out cars, and cleaning the kitchen.  I decided for some crazy reason to deep clean the kitchen.  Cleaning for me is a lot like the storyline from the children's book If You Give a Mouse a Cookie.  I started with just doing the dishes and wiping off the counter, then scrubbing down the fridge door which lead to cleaning the inside of the fridge, mopping the floor, and cleaning the oven.  As I was wiping off the exhaust hood over the stove I must have been a little too vigorous with my scrubbing and one of the screws fastening it to the cabinet fell out.  After living here for about two years we are beginning to think that whoever designed and built the kitchen cabinets in the 1970s wasn't expecting it to last this long.  With the exhaust hood hanging precariously by two screws (the third must have fallen out long ago and was never replaced) Arthur ran to the hardware store for the right size of screw while I sat on the counter propping up the exhaust hood with a curtain rod.  Arthur was able to fix it (hurray for having a handy man). 
That afternoon we headed to town-- Arthur wanted to see American Sniper (a perfect Valentine's movie).  Arthur reports that, while the language was rough, he could not imagine telling the story any better.  I dropped him off and headed shopping.  Arthur then took me to pick out my Valentine's gift.  It has kind of been a tradition since we were dating that Arthur skip the flowers (per my request) and get a practical gift-- socks.  This year I got a really nice pair of hiking socks and couldn't have made me a happier wife with my toes all warm and cuddly while snuggling up on the couch reading that evening with Aurthur.  Omnia Vincit Amor.