Valentine's Day should be abolished.

[KillerMuffin]

Whose with me on this one??????

I hate this fucking holiday. It gives the StudMuffin an excuse to go out and buy me cheesy jewelry (I hate stuff with hearts in it and he never remembers that) and find at least 20 cards. He can't hold onto these things either. Valentine's Day starts exactly three hours after he's purchased something for me. I can always tell because he starts squirming like a five year old in serious need of the can.

This means he has to go out and buy more stuff. Because he doesn't have anything to give me on valentin's day. So he does it at Wal-mart around 4 in the morning. That way he can contain himself for half an hour. It is valentine's day after all. So he wakes me up right when he gets home (he managed to hold it for half an hour) and give me the presents he picked out.

I got eight cards, four tupperware containers with cows on them, oreos, seven candles, a computer poker game, three reams of colored paper, and fake silver jewelery with hematite hearts on them. He has the whole day to himself and cash in his pocket as well as access to dollar stores. I'm almost afraid.

I love the way he thinks about me like this all the time, he's really wonderfully sweet about it. I feel like such a bitch for bitching about him buying me things. Gawd, I hope the jewelery doesn't turn my neck green like the last bunch he bought did.

 

[Ophelia]

Thats ok my whatever the hell he is blew me off for a hockey game and a hair cut and not just any haircut one by his ex!

 

[CelestialBody]

 

[Juliangel]

Having the world's most unromantic husband I would be happy to get cards and tupperware. He hardly ever remembers to buy anything and when he does remember to buy it he comes home with a box of candy and the I couldn't think of anything else to buy look.

But no I love this holiday, it is not just about the cards and candy, I have had sex 3 times since midnight that is always a great day.

When the kids get home we will have fun with the Valentine's they are getting and the ones they are making at school today.

 

[CW]

Sorry KM,,, can't, wouldn't, couldn't, blow off this day,,,

it's the one day that I can get by with absolutely goofy cheesy things and NOTget 'the look' from the g/f,,,


just chill over it,,, it's only 24 hours, well in your case it may be 96,,, but it will pass

 

[CW]

I have had sex 3 times since midnight that is always a great day.

I think I'm envious








walks away muttering,,, three times, she said three time,,,

 

[KillerMuffin]

The bad part is that I have to go to work and listen to my boss blubber because she can't spend the day with her sweetie because her roomie thinks Ed (the sweetie) loves her. Then I get to listen to the roomie call up and blubber at me because she's mad at my boss for flirting with Ed the Sweetie so she can't talk to my boss, so she's going to blubber at me because Ed the Sweetie didn't call or send flowers. If Ed the Sweetie shows up, I'm going to take that shovel and chase him out. Even if I get fired for it. Just oh my gawd.

And I'm going to have studboy drop in unannounced repeatedly dropping off his various offerings throughout the day which will set the boss off to blubbering more cause she can't be with her sweetie. And god forbid if one of our customers looks at me crosseyed while studboy is there.

On second thought, I'm calling in dead...

 

[Jake2001]

Call in naked

It's more fun!

 

[Nobody Special's wife]

Be Happy with what you got!!

Some are not so luck to find love.... You should feel lucky to have this.. And love does not count as sex either its how you feel about some one... I had to go to the doctor today Happy valetine to me right. Hell No!! I woke up with a smile from my husband... That I know he loves me no matter what ..Why complain about a good thing...

THE WIFE

 

[KillerMuffin]

KillerMuffin, the very soul of Romance. I have one romantic bone in my body, it's the little, itty bitty tiny vertabrae. I feel incredibly guilty and I seriously wish he would quit doing things because I can't get worked up about them and he feels bad and starts yelling at me. I didn't cry when he gave me those cards, so therefore they weren't successfull, so fight.

I forget anniversaries and valentines day. I am not a romantic, I am not romantic, moreover, I'd rather watch all three die hard movies than a romance. Romance makes me uncomfortable, and whenever he applies it I'm suspicious. Dunno why.

Be happy with what I have? I'd love to be. But I'm human and he listens to pop culture and not me. We haven't had it yet, but I imagine our semi-annual argument is on it's way soon.

I don't like romantic things in conjuction with me. I hate the color pink. I hate valentines day and I can't tell him because he instantly reads anything like that as "you don't love me anymore."

I'm going to go to work and bitch now.

 

[CreamyLady]

Don't forget the shovel, KM. Dig the hole first; that way you can chase Ed Sweetie to the edge and hit him. He'll fall in, you shovel the dirt over him, no mess and no wasted effort.

 

[Guest]

Why I hated Valentines Day

Set your wayback machine for 1971, where you will find a fledgeling Thomas struggling to fit in, be accepted, and be liked, in his 5th grade class. I was 10 years old, and unaware of my future role as leader of the known world.

Up until 3rd grade, I had been the mack daddy of elementary school. I'm serious, I was the absolute shiz-nit, as the kids say. I was the smartest kid, the funniest kid, and probably one of the most popular kids in my school. I got my first "girlfriend" in 1st grade, and we stayed together as an "item" until 3rd grade...when everything fell apart.

In 3rd grade, this new kid, Eric, came to our school. He was way cuter than me (which is why I've always hated guys with curly hair), funnier than me (he had memorized the collective works of Mr. Bill Cosby), and he could draw.

That last one was the killer, man. When you're 8 years old in 3rd grade, and some kid pops up that can draw...it's all over, baby.

So, I lost my girlfriend, lost my confidence, and lost any hope of a normal life. Maybe if I'm ever granted that one magical wish, I'll go back to 3rd grade and wish that bastard had never shown up to crash my party. But hey, that was 27 years ago, it's not as if I still dwell upon it. (much).

In 5th grade, I had a crush on this girl, Julie Inkrott. Yeah, that's an unfortunate name to have to carry around, but this girl was HOT. I had always been partial to blondes anyway, and this girl had blonde hair that was so blonde it was damn near white. If I met a girl like her today, do I even have to tell you what my first thought would be???

I wasn't having those sorts of thoughts back then, but I really, really liked this girl. Unfortunately, she didn't like me. I'll give you 3 guesses as to who she did like, and the first 2 don't count.

But, that didn't stop me from liking her, and hoping for things to change or somehow work out. When Valentine's Day rolled around, it seemed like the perfect opportunity to make a good impression on her.

Now, what the hell was I doing at 10 years old trying to hook up and make a good impression on a girl that wouldn't give me the time of day? I have no idea. My experience with her seemed to set a trend, however, and it's only been in the last few years that I've been able to break that cycle.

Of course, I am getting away from the actual "why" of why I hate Valentine's Day now.

In our homeroom class, we had our valentine mailboxes, which were these poorly decorated paper bags with our names on them. They were all hanging on one of the walls in our classroom, like a central location where you could deliver all of your valentines at once.

Now, keep in mind the physical maturation differences inherent in boys and girls, because it plays a pivotal role in the next few moments.

My paper bag was on the top row, where I could barely reach it. If I stood on my tip-toes, I could probably touch the bottom of it. Julie's was in the middle, easily accessible. I got her something special (I don't even remember what it was, probably some kind of candy or other), and dropped it in her bag.

Julie, being taller than me and apparently hating me, took it out...reached up...

...and dropped it in my bag.

I was not only crushed, but I was completely unable to reach the friggin' thing to take it out. I had to wait days with that damn thing up there, knowing that not only had I been totally shot down, but I was stuck with some candy I didn't even like!

Of course I realize it's not a big deal now, but when you're 10 years old, things like that have far reaching consequences. I languished through all of junior high school, never forgetting the emotional beating I got back in 5th grade.