The picture below gives some idea of how disturbing our Valentine’s Day was.
That’s right, we gave each other the same card. We both shopped in completely different stores, both large card stores with a vast selection, and yet somehow, picked the exact same card.
Sickening, isn’t it?
Though, actually, I bought Conny 
two cards. One was from me, and the other (control your gag reflex) was from Leo, our dog. It was actually Leo’s card that was the same. And in a clear sign that things are utterly and completely out of hand over here, we both gave each other gifts with a dog theme.
Feel free to barf now. Just don’t get it in your keyboard, it’s a bitch to clean that.
mrnosuch 
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