Kari Byron, her husband Paul and daughter Stella.
Apparently I need to find some less attractive babysitters. Valentine’s Day is coming up and I have called everyone I know.
In Valentines past, I have gone to extraordinary lengths to show my love and be romantic with my husband. Back when we were starving artists I even got a job delivering roses … just so I could keep all the extras. I covered my one bedroom studio apartment in petals and cooked a candlelight dinner. Dinner may sound cliché but this vegetarian went so far as to cook him a steak! I guess nothing says romance to a southern boy like red meat. (P.S. I wore rubber gloves and yes, I gagged while cooking it!)
[To read the rest of Kari Byron’s Valentine’s post, head over to GeekMom!]
