Smitten Kitten who's lost her Mittens

So... Last winter I was studying Medicine in Germany and I created a lot of visual aids to help me memorize all the anatomical features of the body. I hung a few of them on my wall to give my dorm little bit of zing—I think that German universities make a point of giving students the most depressing and bland living quarters possible for minimum distraction. Anyway, I sketched out a cheesy diagram of the sinus node in the heart and declared that it would be a valentine that I'd never ever EVER give away. But this year it might actually find it's way into the hands of my sweetheart, because he just so happens to be in the medical field. See Cheesy Valentine from 2011 here.  Just kidding, because my sinus node beats a lot faster than 60-80 bpm for him. So speaking of cheesy valentines (which most are, by the way and follow the disgusting Americanized, corporate dictation of what this whole "day of love and affection" should be about) I am adamant on boycotting Hallmark traditions and found the (literally) cheesiest valentine I could. Because it's actually cheese. A heart-shaped double-cream brie in cherry sauce that says, "Brie Mine." What a brilliant idea—no it wasn't mine, but he and I enjoy eating cheese a lot so it caught my eye in a flash.