Schmalentine's Day

Today is Valentine's Day. Happy Valentine's Day to you, and your sweetie, and your kids, and your dog/cat, and your parents. And to AAA, and the nice dude who drove out to Somerville to jump my car since it wouldn't start. Yeah. Happy Valentine's Day to me. I was just trying to drive myself to Dracula, but no, the fangy-goodness was marred by thoughts of calling AAA* when I got home and getting jumped (not in the fun sense that usually happens on Valentine's Day)...
So, my car is charged and in my sweetie's driveway. Tomorrow I'll hopefully get a new battery, but that's not the only thing wrong with it, so I'll probably need to take it to the dealership, too. Boo.

Now I'm sitting at my desk waiting for my pizza to be ready so I can hang out with my cats and watch my recently-Netflixed Close Encounters of the Third Kind. My Man is on a plane to St. Louis for business right now, so I'll be alone.

We did manage to squeeze in a Valentine's Day brunch at Johnny D's in Davis Square. YUM! Then we came back, sat on the couch to watch Dexter, but someone beat me to the cuddling:
Later, while I was getting jumped (Ahem, it's a joke, get it? About the car?) the other cat staked his claim. Apparently no one wanted my Man to leave today. At least, not with his pants**:

I hope you all get to be with people and/or pets you love today. XOXO

*Weird fact: I just joined AAA this week. Some would say it's a happy coincidence, but I kind of blame AAA for the car not starting in the first place. It's like they jinxed me... Jinxing jerks...

**Yeah, I know these are technically different pairs of pants. It's because the second picture was actually taken some other time, but I wanted to integrate Conan into this post so he wouldn't get jealous of Kale. Conan is very sensitive.