I've made an oath: I will not screw up Valentine's Day this year.
No, despite how delicious the beef and cheddar sandwiches are, there will be no suggestions to make Arby's our evening's restaurant. I will not show up with some picked over flowers I was able to scrap together at Kroger the day of. And no chocolate I bring home with be related to any Stover at all, let alone Russell.
No, this year we're doing it up right at the Serrano household. This year we're definitely visiting one of the classy, classy romantic restaurants Houston has an abundance of. I suggets you look that list over, gentlemen. Because you'll almost certainly do something foolish between now and then that requires this level of sweet gesture.