Valentine's Day and Crochet

The reservations were set. The babysitter was lined up. The outfit was planned. It was going to be a perfect Valentine's Day (well, pre-Valentine's Day) evening with my sweetheart. And then Emily threw up. Not only did she throw up, but she threw up on the blanket I've been crocheting. I mean sure, better the (washable) blanket than the couch, but still. Square.on.the.blanket.

 So we'll spending the evening at home tonight. We'll order take out and watch a movie. Last year, Steve and I were sick. I had mono, courtesy of my teenaged brother with whom I accidentally shared a glass, and Steve threw up. (Sigh) Better luck next year.