Valentine’s Day: What will you be forced to do?

Valentine’s Day. I’m married now, so I have no right to bitch about it, right?

Wrong.

I hate sitting there on V-day at work, watching others get flowers, and wondering why I didn’t.

I know why. It’s because I hate having him spend the money on something that’ll die soon. And I hate that whole forced-recognition thing.

But then I see flowers like these and I slightly change my mind:

The ever-popular chocolates are also, IMO, stupid. No I’m not saying I’d turn down chocolates (even though my ass tells me I should) it’s just that they’re so briefly enjoyed. I prefer something long-lasting like a card. He’s not been able to buy me jewelry for V-day ever because we’ve never had enough disposable income.

What does he get, you ask? A really nice meal that I cook. And sex. Unless we’re too knackered by the food and the sex has to be put off a day. We don’t EVER go out for V-day because we don’t enjoy crowds or over-priced meals that are being shoved out too quickly or sitting on the pass for too long which results in poor quality for too much money.

So buy a nice card and more importantly write nice things in it. Or you could make up the “world’s greatest lover” spoof newscast thing from Wet (the lube people). Yes, it’s cheesy, but it’ll raise his spirits and his flag.