A week later, I'm still reaping the benefits of Valentine's Day dinner.

I've eaten watermelon every day since that blessed holiday, on which my darling wife and I dined in the middle of the living room floor. The location is a fairly typical place for us to eat. I often ask her, "Do you want to eat at the table or have a picnic?" Our frequent picnics rarely range outside, but they move from the dining room floor to the floor of the office that holds our Xbox to on top of the oh-so-comfy comforter in the bedroom.