Take your candy heart and suck it

This has turned out to be one of the worst Valentine's on record. It's almost 4 pm, and I'm about ready to call it a day. Mike has been upstairs barfing at regular intervals since he got up this morning. I tried to take Evan to therapy and I beached the car on the big snowbank at the end of the driveway left by the plow. I cried for fifteen minutes at my own stupidity. Then it took me nearly two hours to dig the bastard out, only to put it back in the garage. I can't even go out and get Mike some ginger ale. I'm still freezing cold from being out in the driveway for so long. And I don't have to say it, but you know there's going to be no fondue tonight.

At this point, I'm just hoping we can muddle through the evening and all go to bed early. There's no hope, we just need to try again tomorrow.