Love on Valentine's Day, From Palmer

Nothing says "I love you" quite like being puked all over. And when I mean all over, I mean all down my back, arm, neck (too close to the facial region for my liking) and pants.

I would have had some sympathy for you had you been sick. But this was no virus-induced vomit. This expulsion was caused by a fit. A huge, massive, upset-you-so-much-that-you-vomit fit.

And it gets better...You weren't upset that you threw up on me, or even that you threw up at all. You were mad that you threw up on your Thomas the Train temporary tattoo.

Love you, too.