In the continuing saga of reigniting the spark of our youthful days, it was my turn to execute my romantic encounter, number 64 "Recipes Your Mother Never Told You About." My task was to throw a "Sweetheart's Day" party.

So I did.

I had a little help from my sister. For our birthdays a few weeks ago, Louise sent us a pre-made Party-in-a-box:

So I was set to throw my party.

I decorated ...

Made a cake ...

And got a few presents ...

I even put on a freakin' dress to match my party hat. Then I stood at the door with a party blower in my mouth and waited for my mostly unsuspecting husband to come home from work so that I could yell surprise and throw confetti at him.

Yeah ... ummm ... my camera didn't really go off at the right time ...

And then we partied!

I think parties should be a weekly occurrence.

That's all.