Right, Men are from Mars. Happy Valentine's Day Anyway. This morning Carol and I exchanged cards. Her's was beautiful. On the front was a poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning about counting the ways Mrs. Browinng loved Mr. Browning. Inside were additional beautiful thoughts, including one about the "many tomorrows" Carol hopes to spend with me, although in my sleepiness I at first read "many tomatoes".
My card for Carol also had a poem:
I'm a little teapot
Short and Stout
Just Tip Me Over
[Open Card]
And Let's Make Out!
Obviously, I am into nuance.
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