Happy Freaking Valentines Day

yeah, I hate V-day, it stinks. Went to go see my kids and Dill was too sick to even come out from all the crap they ate at his school party. Keep telling Vivian that she needs to give them more vegetables and less processed junk, but she doesn't listen. Today, Ted was home too, for whatever reason, and basically played the alpha male with me. Don't care what he does with Viv, but those boys are MINE, and he can just jump off the Golden Gate if he thinks I am going to just leave them alone. He's stuck with me. Guess that's really what made him so mad. I mean c'mon, the guy goes like 140, has glasses...you know the kind, the only reason he doesn't wear a pocket protector is because even he knows it's way too geeky. Viv gave up 6 feet of masculine prowess for 5 feet 7 inches of wimp. Of course, accounting in SF is far more lucrative than my job, but whatever. When we got married Viv told me money never mattered. Oh, how things change.