I know a lot of people don’t like Valentine’s day because it’s admittedly just a day for the retail world to profit from our sense of guilt over not treating our loved ones properly for the rest of the year, so I’ll say this: Food in heart-shaped form is sexy.
I’ll also say that my man FFiB treated me right for Valentine’s day by taking me out to steak dinner, showering me with gifts, giving me the sweetest card on the entire planet, and whispering sweet definitely-somethings in my ear. Yay, me. 
Hope everyone has a great day, whether you celebrate the “holiday” or not. 
February 14th, 2008 at 7:06 am
YAY you!
So glad to hear that you are being treated right. You definitely deserve it! I like this “FFiB” very much!
Happy Valentine’s Day, my dearest Poppy
February 14th, 2008 at 8:59 am
But was it heart shaped steak ?
February 14th, 2008 at 10:28 am
Happy Vagina Day.
February 14th, 2008 at 10:29 am
Mel, thanks, sweetie.
Paticus, it was filleted so technically if I held it open it was heart-shaped, but I was too busy eating it. (mmmmm, cow!)
Avi, for me every day is vagina day, but thanks!
February 14th, 2008 at 10:36 am
Very tasty…. although the heart shaped pie just seems wrong somehow.
February 14th, 2008 at 10:40 am
Fair enough, but if you were to actually eat a real heart, not so sexy. Except maybe for the aorta.
February 14th, 2008 at 10:40 am
I want to go make some heart-shaped cookies with red sprinkles now.
February 14th, 2008 at 10:43 am
Ok… those crepes with the strawberries…
… so yummy looking…
Was the steak cut in the shape of a heart or was that beyond your FFiB person’s abilities???
Obviously it was.
February 14th, 2008 at 10:49 am
Any shaped food cooked by a man for me is sexy. But then I’m easy… to please. Heh.
And who is this FFiB of which you speak? (French Freak in the Bedroom? ‘Cause we’re all about getting freaky with the French. (Do the French, indeed, get freaky?))
February 14th, 2008 at 10:50 am
Fab, ew.
Noelle, save me one!
Dawg, asked and answered.
Besides, he didn’t make the steak for me, he bought me the steak and I ate it. NOM NOM NOM!!!!
February 14th, 2008 at 11:02 am
Chicka, my man has yet to cook for me but I am guessing that’s true.
FFiB is an inside joke between me and him, so I won’t be revealing the acronym’s origin, but he knows that’s his name on the blog. (Everyone wave to him! Hi, FFiB!!!!)
February 14th, 2008 at 11:16 am
*waves wildly*
Hi FFiB!!
(Is this the part that I can tell him that he better continue to be good to you OR ELSE?
)
February 14th, 2008 at 11:20 am
Mel, you are certainly welcome to tell him that but he is already very aware that Break Boy will Break him (and so will B) if he breaks my heart.
February 14th, 2008 at 12:00 pm
Sweet!
Nothing says love like cow.
February 14th, 2008 at 12:02 pm
Anndi, I whole-heartedly agree. The way to this girl’s heart is through a stomach full of cooked cow.
February 14th, 2008 at 12:57 pm
i love the heart-shaped pancakes.
what does ffib stand for?!?
February 14th, 2008 at 12:57 pm
Oh, I just read the other comments, and now i know the acronym is a secret. But I like French Freak in the Bedroom :)
February 14th, 2008 at 1:00 pm
Um, excuse me?!?
What the hell is with bloggers (you and Dawg both now!) suddenly dating and shit with not even a WORD to your readers?!?!
I am POSITIVE this is the first I have heard of FFiB!
Do you people not know the rules of blogging? NOTHING IS PRIVATE!!!!
(oh, and, um, glad you had a good valentine)
February 14th, 2008 at 1:11 pm
I love cow.
HI FFiB!!
Wow. We really WON’T get married now, huh Poppy.
February 14th, 2008 at 1:16 pm
Bearette, they’re very pretty, aren’t they…
Britt, you crack me up. Did you not notice that I rarely ever mentioned that I was married, or that I was suddenly not anymore? Yah. I can only speak for myself in saying “I have my reasons” and now that FFiB is cool with me mentioning him here I’ll probably do that once in a while. But this won’t become a “ZOMG I LOVE FFiB, HE IS SO AWESOME” blog, cuz that’s just annoying.
February 14th, 2008 at 1:18 pm
Ooops.
Maman, I forgot you “above the fold”. Sorry.
What’s wrong with heart-shaped pie?
February 14th, 2008 at 1:21 pm
Tug, sorry, sweetie. We really won’t.
But we’ll always have our memories together… 
February 14th, 2008 at 1:25 pm
Could you at least go tell Adam so that I can hack into his computer and read your emails and IMs and get the details that way?
I feel really weird not knowing.
God I wish I was kidding.
*pointing at self* is pathetic!
February 14th, 2008 at 1:33 pm
Tell Adam what? That FFiB is awesome?
Everyone, FFiB is awesome.
February 14th, 2008 at 1:40 pm
No. That won’t do.
I, er, Adam wants details. How long have you been dating? How did you meet? How serious is this dating thing? Are you officially calling it “dating”?
Yes, I’ll… er.. he’ll start with that.
February 14th, 2008 at 1:48 pm
So, actually, Adam could give a shit (*giggle*) and really you just want to know.
I’m not ready to give those details yet, but I promise you he’s a good guy and if he ever turns into a bad guy I have people who will take care of him for me. I’ve learned my lesson about trying to handle boys all by myself when they go bad.
February 14th, 2008 at 1:56 pm
It sounds like you shouldn’t have mentioned FFiB cuz now your adoring fans will never leave you alone about it until you give up the precious deets.
Hmmm…the evil in me thinks I could probably make a lot of cash for what I know ::sigh:: but the good in me respects you too much to do that.
Curses! Foiled again!
February 14th, 2008 at 1:57 pm
Gosh, I thought this was my blog…
FFiB knew I was mentioning him. I’m not giving more details. Too bad if anyone can’t handle that. But you all have a nice day! 
February 14th, 2008 at 2:04 pm
Oh sweetie, I would never actually pressure you into do anything you were uncomfortable with.
On your blog.
February 14th, 2008 at 2:09 pm
Britt, is it going to sound old and tired if I state again that you crack me up? Cuz you do.
February 14th, 2008 at 2:44 pm
Um, can I just say? I’m happy you even shared a little bit about FFiB. I’m having fun letting my imagination run wild
February 14th, 2008 at 3:04 pm
I thought I was the only one who didn’t know what FFiB meant (after all, I didn’t know what PPH meant when you wrote that, either), but I see I’m not alone. All right, fine. Be mysterious. But glad you had a lovely day. :-)
February 14th, 2008 at 8:05 pm
Well I’m all for helping with bad boys that need handling.
February 14th, 2008 at 9:19 pm
You’re going out with a guy named F Fib?
Interesting.
February 14th, 2008 at 9:23 pm
Mel, I don’t think anyone’s arguing that point, sweetie.
Stef, “mysterious” is my middle name. (Actually, “Milicent” is my middle name, in Poppyland anyway.)
Chicka, I’m all set now with the bad boys. I have reinforcements.
Miss Ann, yup. Ironically, he has never lied to me. Well, ok, except that one time… but it was for a good reason. (Just kidding, he doesn’t lie.)
February 14th, 2008 at 11:12 pm
He might not lie but can he “lay”!?!
Okay – that sucked.
Oh I am just glad you had a good Vday!
Also glad to know that I am not the only one left out of the loop on your mystery man. I can second Britt with the thirst for knowledge, but hey – I am just glad he’s treating you right!
You French are so mysterious…
June 5th, 2008 at 6:49 pm
THIS ISN”T PORN ALL OF YOU SUCK & WUT THE FUCK IS VDAY?!!!!!
June 5th, 2008 at 9:03 pm
I think that is my favorite comment of all time. Beautiful, simple, and cappy.