I try to get enthused about V. Day, but just can't. I do a little decorating; I collect antique postcards, and we built a dish hutch into the pass-through from our kitchen into the study, so I change the salad plates with the seasons (white and red for V. Day), and propped up my collection of antique V. Day postcards there (and the little furry beasts can't get 'em!). I have a wreath on the door. I'm making a special dinner for hubby; I make treats for work. I can't have flowers in the house, due to Loki, so I told hubby not to bother this year (and we have to buy a new heat pump--we've been without heat for 2 weeks now). He bought me some good jewelry (from eBay) that I chose; and I bought him a tool box he wanted and some insignia for WWII reenacting (gosh, how romantic!). We had our dinner out last Sunday--I had some coupons for a local restaurant to save him $$$!
the funny thing is, when I was single, I agonized over not having a beau celebrate V. Day (oh, there were some real !#$#$%#, I can tell you--"I love you/please marry me, but I don't do V. Day" ones--and I didn't marry him); but, now that I'm married, I could almost care less! Anway, everyday is V. Day with my husband--he tells me he loves me at least once a day--for the 3 years we've been together...now, THAT'S romantic enough for me!