Let down again...

I hate holidays, well, I love them, but I hate them because my husband does not celebrate them. Every holiday I get my hopes up in anticipation thinking that this is the holiday that my husband might get the clue that I would enjoy celebrating it, and every time, my hopes are dashed by 10am. Im not talking flowers and candy, jewels and furs...I'm talking a stinking card, hand made for all I care! So Saturday I wake up, make my coffee and give Kevin his card. He just looks at me and then goes, "Oh!, I was going to make you breakfast!" 2 hours later, he's still sitting on the couch, and still no breakfast...I tell him to forget it. We head to town to go get groceries and we stop at the movie place to return the DVD's we had rented last week, he TELLS me, "I am going to run into Drugmart and get you are card." I just look at him...then I say, " you know what, it's not worth it if you don't think about it before hand. I don't want to sit in the car while you go pick me out a card and then come back ans ask to borrow my pen to fill it out." He just doesn't get it. So of course I mope around the rest of the day, cause I'm sick of there being no romance in our relationship. I can only do so much. I made a nice dinner that night: steaks, baked taters, fresh green beans, and rolls...I get a thanks, no help with the dishes, while he goes and plops his butt on the couch and is asleep by the time I get done. It's enough to make a girl cry. So, in order to cheer myself up, I am going to buy a valentine's day present to myself tomorrow...the last two books of the twilight series...pooh on you kevin. I will always have Edward.