Bah Humbug

I kind of hate Valentine's Day.

Don't get me wrong, I love candy and sex (I'm feeling pretty pregnant these days, so definitely in that order). We gave MH a balloon and some stickers. And while roses aren't my favorite, I don't mind flowers, even if they're going to die.

You know what I hate? Cards. I hate how you give somebody a present, you are expected to spend another $4 on a freaking card. I hate how when you open a present, you're supposed to read the card first. I hate how you feel like you should hold on to a card, like it's some personal memento, even though it's just some overpriced piece of paper with a signature inside. And I definitely hate having to write thank you cards. I already said thank you when you gave me the damn thing, why do you also require my thank you in writing?

So even if you ignore all the loneliness, guilt, and bullshit surrounding this holiday, I hate it because it's pretty much centered around the buying and trading of cards.

You know what else I hate? Wrapping paper. Scented candles. People who sing for no reason while you're trying to work. And Pepsi-only restaurants.

I'm a regular Andy Rooney over here.