Baby, its cold outside...

"You're only as good as your last film"

This quote, which is often attributed to Myrna Loy, is generally applied to all areas of professional and personal life. Baseball pitchers are only as good as their last game. Writers (and bloggers) are only as good as their last story. Lovers are only as good as their last romantic gesture.

So as you can imagine, the Headmaster was feeling quite proud of himself, having performed admirably this February 14th. Thanks to the timely advice of a certain esteemed member of the bloggerhood, I chose to go with a simple, yet thoughtful, handmade card. And going somewhat against the conventional wisdom, I sent a dozen roses.

Note to the guys: roses are good (nay, required) when your wife works. The key is to have them delivered to her office, where she can gloat over them to her coworkers.

The Headmistress was quite pleased with me, I must say. Until about 1:00 am this morning. That's when we were awoken by the sound of icicles forming on our noses. It seems the Headmaster let the oil tank go a little too low this time around.

Yeah, that didn't go over so well. That new laundry room I built? That bedroom makeover? The venetian plaster wall treatment? Uh, don't mean a thing now.

That new 5-burner, electronic ignition gas cooktop with range hood I installed? Its not quite so awesome when it becomes your only source of heat.


So what you gonna do now loverboy? Its pretty cold out there on the back porch, isn't it? All the Valentine cards in the world won't save your ass now...