"You'd better leave now if you're gonna get a parking spot," I nagged my man helpfully this morning.
"Yeah, and I want to stop for coffee."
"Go through the drive-thru at Starbucks."
"Takes too long. I'll just get some at McDonald's or something."
"It's too bad they closed that one shop across the street from campus. Hey, you're coming straight home, right?"
"No. I thought I'd do a little shopping afterwards."
"But you went to the store yesterday!"
"Honey," my boyfriend says tiredly, "what day is it?"
"But what DATE?"
"Look, don't get me anything. I thought we agreed last year that we're through celebrating this dumb non-holiday."
"I don't remember that. What's the big deal? Let me get you a little present."
But of course, that means I have to get him a little present. And then 10 days from now, on his birthday, I have to get him another one.
I HATE Valentine's Day.