last night, pat brought home many, many oysters for supper. before you go all dewy eyed and thinking what a romantic he is, the oysters were leftovers which he can't sell and will turn bad soon if no one eats them.
so we had tons of oysters, beer and watched football.
if that's your idea of romance, go hit your sorry face against the wall and don't talk to me for another 20 years!