Rain on your Parade

You can keep your overindulgent, overpriced, over the top, overly babies breathed roses. You can shove your Russell Stover wanna be chocolates. Don't even hand me some Mushy, ushy, poorly worded "I Love You" card and just sign your name.
Ladies, seriously, no matter how few times your man says he loves you or brings you flowers; is making him buy you ridiculously priced flowers and dinner packages the best payback? I mean is that justice enough? And hey if it is more power to you, but that means you're not allowed to complain about him for the rest of the year. Not even a peep. Call me bitter, call me a hater, call me what you want. Just don't call me stupid, cuz my boo loves me year 'round.