My mother is one of the many many women who think that Valentine's Day is holy. She fusses. A lot. And it drives me crazy. What I hate even MORE is my FATHER fusses. I mean if they want to sneak off together and have a nice romantic night, that's fine. I encourage it. I complain my parents never date lol So that wouldn't bug me at all. But they drag ME into it. Nope, they can't leave me out of it and go off together. That'd be asking too much. The drag me to dinner. They make me celebrate something I'm not even into. It's like someone trying to get me to celebrate Kwanzaa. (I'm an English, Irish and Scottish decent just so you get how absurd that statement is lol)

And I have found out as of ten minutes ago my father is planning something for my mother... and me. What the hell? Okay, I know you love me, but if you REALLY loved me you wouldn't be doing this. You'd let me stay home and read. ::sigh:: But I'll bite my tongue and do my best fake smile to bare it. Last year was... bad. Dad took us to a five star restaurant. Very uncomfortable for me lol

Oh well... I'll live. Just because I'm not into making it a huge ordeal doesn't mean I hate it. Eh, I'll get over it.