I hate Valentine's Day. I HATE it. I can not express to you how much I hate Valentine's Day. (Perhaps I should have begun, "How I hate Valentine's let me count the ways..." but cheesy poems are part of the reason I hate Valentine's Day.)
It's true that me, a normal, pleasant, rational person, is the Scrooge of Valentine's. I hate how hard it is to get a restaurant. I hate how hard it is to arrange babysitting. I hate over-priced roses and heart shaped boxes of assorted chocolates and Hallmark cards. I hate that we have to buy each other gifts. Isn't Christmas, my birthday, his birthday, mother's day, father's day and our anniversary enough? Now some random day we have imposed romanticness and we must buy gifts.
The biggest problem of all is that I never know what to get Wendell. I hate shopping for him regularly (remember my problem at Christmas) now I have to get him something that represents love.
So what are you getting your hubby for Valentine's? (Warning: I might steal your idea and get Wendell that too.)