I think I’m still full.

Yesterday being valentine’s day, as every married/involved guy now knows (even if they didn’t know it yesterday). I’m often glad my wife isn’t traditional and/or high-maintenance, and yesterday was one of those times. She insisted that we keep valentine’s day low-key, and that she would take care of it. I had no problem with that.

Last night she came home with butter chicken, aloo gobi, rice & naan from Banjara, all of which was amazing. To celebrate (not just v-day, but also my wife’s first official day of her (sort of) new job) we opened a bottle of wine my brother and his girlfriend gave us on our wedding day, a 1997 Montreso Amarone.

Being the superb gift-giver that she is, my wife also brought home all the ingredients for sundaes (including new sundae dishes & spoons), so once the indian food had settled we scarfed chocolate & vanilla ice cream sundaes made with fresh brownies, chocolate & caramel sauce, whipped cream and chocolate shavings (which she’d made from a Lindt chocolate bar). I felt as if I would expire at any moment.

She’s the best. I think she’s trying to kill me though.