I have hated Valentine's Day* since grade school. (My 4th grade "boyfriend" broke up with me by giving me back my mittens that someone else had stolen...Apparantly having my mittens meant we were dating
and giving them back meant he broke up with me - or some such nonsense that only 8 year-olds could come up with.)
Oddly, DH and I started dating
right just before Valentine's Day. I called him after our first date. It so happened to be the Monday before Valentine's Day. My message on his machine was "Isn't it amazing that there is no Bah Humbug equivilant to Valentine's Day?" (He still called back and married me
Every once in a while the gals that he works with try to guilt him to get me jewlery or something. ("What do you mean you didn't get Ginger anything?!?!?! Go down to the gift shop and get her those cute earrings.") But generally we are doing well to get a card.
*With one notable exception. Brachs conversational hearts. My dad and I use to have whole conversations with the hearts and that is a good memory of the holiday.