Those who know me well are familiar with my hatred of Valentine's Day.
It's not really that different from my hatred of other commercial holidays, except that I seem to hate Valentine's Day more. To me, showing my love for someone has nothing to do with giving them cheap chocolates, hideous stuffed toys or unimaginably expensive flowers. In fact, I think that would show my contempt for someone more than anything else. And really, if anyone were to be misguided enough to give me a diamond on Valentine's Day (or ever, come to think of it), I might box them right between the eyes.
I suppose that I could approach VD* the same way I approach Christmas, which is to spend a lot of time making thoughtful gifts, crafting, drinking and cooking. Except that I don't like the idea of designating ONE DAY PER YEAR for that kind of stuff. One life, maybe. Nope, try as I won't, VD and I don't get along. Thankfully, my Better Half feels the same way.
With that in mind, here is the site I use each year to send VD greetings. I encourage you all to have a peek. Now when I see little cupids, I think to myself: "Fat. Naked. And dangerous."