I'm not a big fan of this particular Hallmark holiday.  For one thing, how is it any different than any other day except we have to make a big deal out it?  Oh here, I bought you a really expensive gift (with your money) how do you like it?  Aren't we generous?  I get a kick out of my husband's appreciation for my extravagant gifts.  In the back of my head, I'm thinking, "you're welcome...sucker.  YOU paid for it".  But instead, I say, "Oh it was nothing.  Really.  I was the most I could do".   Also, when I wake up on Father's Day I know that I'm in store for about 14 hours of pure slavery.  Not terribly different than a normal day, mind you, except on this day, I can't bitch about it. 

Another thing that bothers me about Father's Day.  It's the day that I'm 100% sure that every single one of my friends are being forced into having sex.