Lindsay's doing a whole lot of nothing for V-day this year.

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We're not even exchanging cards this year, that's how little we're doing. Last night Bryan came to me just to check (read: just to make sure I wouldn't later be pissed at him for not living up to my expectations, heh) and make sure that we really weren't doing anything for each other this year. Nope, we're not. We are planning on carving out some time to do something special this weekend, but the only thing I did today was give Bryan a bag of strawberries with lunch where I'd written him a Valentine's Day message on the baggie. I wrote it in red sharpie. It was very romantic. I'm, like, better than Martha Stewart. I rock. It wasn't much. 

Tomorrow we're going to see Archer Prewitt at Club Spaceland (along with our friend Scott) in Silverlake after getting some dinner out, so if anyone asks I'll just say that's our plan. Can't have people thinking I'm losing my phenomenal wife status, you see.