It's true, Howard, and still very important that I update the community to the actions of my favorite Valentine. Of course I'll keep the steamy details of last night out...
Howard knows that my boss is always sexually harassing me and he also knows that my favorite dinner is tuna fish out of the can. So he used his knowledge yesterday and surprised me at work in the morning with three beers (he had the other three on the way to my office) a new coat (a Charlotte Hornets 1997 Starter Jacket) chocolates (Nestle Chocolate Syrup) and a Balloon (said: Get Well Soon). We spent the morning together in the office watching YouTube together and playing shorthanded Scrabble (my dog at every vowel and "H").
The mid-morning and early afternoon was used to reminisce about our Good Ol' Days (1 year and 22 days ago) and looking through a 3-picture slide show of us and Gunther at the Jersey Philharmonic Park performance. Then my boss came in.
"Is this the Guy?" Howard asked me while staring directly in to my Boss' eyes.
"Yes," I could barely get the words out, "He's always pinching my cheeks and telling me I would look sexy wearing nothing other than a "Scream Mask" and a
"Big Dog XXXL t-shirt"
"Then he's through!" Howard shouted and out of the back of his trousers pulled two ninja stars and tossed them at the door. My boss, bewildered, screamed and ran down the hall, "That should teach him." Howard said before we passionately embraced.
Howard took me out of work early and we took the city bus to the nearby theater where we were still able to catch a matinee of "The Roomate" with Minka Kelly. When the movie was done his uncle picked us up in a truck and took us back to Howard's apartment where there was a candle-lit (greasefire-lit) canned tuna fish dinner waiting for me in the bathroom.
We turned on some N-Sync, watched some "From Justin to Kelly" and kissed until we got to the part of the story that I can't repeat here (mostly because I think I was drugged and can't remember it).
BESTEST VALENTINE'S DAY EVER.
THANKS HOWARD
