Sadly, if you haven't found him yet, you're out of luck. I married him.
Valentine's Day morning found me sitting on the couch reading the paper. Spike got out of bed, stood before me with his hands behind his back (holding a box of chocolates, of course) and recited the following:
It's Valentine's Day
And I got you a treat
It wasn't expensive
But it's really quite sweet
It's also because
You work really hard
And I guess by now
You wish there was a card
But there isn't.
That's right, ladies and gentlemen - I got poetry for Valentine's Day! And chocolate. And a lot of laughter.
To quote one of my favourite bloggers - "I'd marry him again in a heartbeat."
