We gotta go full feathers for Katy-Kat this year. Full feathers bro. February 14th, wake up, be soft. Feb 14, eat, sleep, soft. For Katy-Kat. Ferda Katy-Kat. Pracky, sando, pick her up. Big wheel brime at night playlist in the jeep. Faith Hill, Savage Garden, Hall and Oates. Get her back to the pad, open the door, boom. Rose petals. Black Eyed Peas. James Blunt, Spike Bublé. Tuck the Chel station under the couch, babes hate Chel. Blackstreet, Blink-182, Bon Jovi. Scented candles. I’m thinkin’ Spring scent for open spaces, cupcake, or lemon cake for the bathroom. Bob Seger, Spike Bolton, Bassnectar. Lights off. Don’t use the dimmer, ‘cus my mom told me that actually uses more electricity. Boney M, Boys II Men, Lil’ Bow Wow. Phone ringer on silent. Movie theatre style. Maybe even go airplane mode. Toni Braxton, Garth Brooks, Brooks & Dunn. Have the door to the bedroom closed, so there’s like, a reveal to the place where you’re about to slam. James Brown, Jackson Browne, no Chris Brown though. Path of rose petals leads to the bedroom, to the bed, on to the bed, into a heart shape. Bryan Adams, Jeff Buckley, Bush X. And then it’s like, you get her on the bed, and it’s just like, Yeah. All night. Maybe you don’t even sleep. A lil bit of his and hers mouthwash in the morning, and then just… Totally. You know maybe we leave the Chel station out bu– Dude, I was thinkin about the Chel station buddy. I mean we could even play, Chel bro. Dude, we should play Chel with her bro. Yeah she’d rip up Chel bro. She’d love Chel bro. Happy Valen-Chels day buddy. Be my Chelentine bro!