Well, I made fudge while Rebecca slept. It's now 1:12 AM, before Valentine's Day, and I'm hoping she thinks it's romantic. I even cut up a pie-pan to make a heart-shape. Oh, and I killed Cupid, and stuck his head on a pike coming out of the fudge. Hope she likes that, too.

And can I just say, the soft-ball stage is a pain in the hiney. And the wrist -- I kept stirring and stirring, and it seemed to never quite get there. I HOPE I cooked it hot enough -- we'll see if this puppy sets up.