Birthdays and The Husband (slight rant)

Before I begin my (slight) rant, let me start by saying I LOVE MY HUSBAND.  He is exceptionally loving, kind, wonderful, and patient to me and our daughters, and I could not exist how I do today without him.  Or his sperm.  But that's another story.  :p  He is intelligent and can be quite thoughtful, which is why the thing with birthdays boggles my mind every time it happens.

My husband is not good with dates.  That being said, he can't remember dates to save his life.  If I ask him something like "do you know what we did today three years ago?", he gets this look of fear in his eyes and starts trying to figure out a way to get out of the conversation.  Actually, I think he's learned now to just face the issue head-on, as he'll usually respond "nope."  The only reason he remembers MY birthday is because it's the same day as his, just another month (we were both born on the 30th of the month).  He can't remember his mother's birthday, or father's, or anyone else.  Not even the month most of the time!  Drives me bonkers.  One way I've tried to help is by putting up calendars all over the house that have everyone's birthdays on them.  It was a great idea, but he doesn't ever look at the calendars.  Sigh.

Anyway, his dad's birthday is Sunday.  I've been thinking since Christmas about what to get my father-in-law based on his interests, needs, and trying to show him how much I love all he does for me and our family.  Part of his gift was new socks, as he had worn his old tube socks for so long that he was having to flip them upside down in order for his feet to not poke out the bottom through holes (now they poke out the top, LOL).  I gave him the socks last weekend as an early gift and told him to start using them, since he's going to be training for the couple's race we're doing on the 12th.  I asked my husband on Tuesday this week "what are you thinking about getting your dad for his birthday?"  Cue in the deer-in-headlights look.  He said "oh crap."  Great, he'd totally forgotten it was coming up.  I think our conversation went something like this:

Me:  I'm going to Target this week, is there anything you need?
Him:  Not that I can think of.
Me:  What are you getting your dad for his birthday?
Him:  *deer*  Oh crap...
Me:  ...and this is why I need to go to Target this week...

At least I knew what I wanted to get, but still!  Why is it always on me to get birthday and Christmas presents for everyone?  This includes his entire family (note:  if you are related to my husband and have gotten a gift from him since we got married, chances are very very high that I got it for you, not him) along with my own (note:  if you are related to me, I got your gift.  Husband probably forgets he's related to you, sorry).  I really feel like we should at least split up the duties.  Maybe he could take certain people in his family and I'd take the rest?  Or, maybe he could tell me what he'd like to get them and I'd go get it?  Vice versa?  Ugh.  I just hate having the responsibility of potential bad gifts on my shoulders while he sits there (while people are opening their gifts), leans over to me, and whispers "what did we get them?"  Oh!  Maybe I should just get really bad presents all the time!  Here, Grandpa, you're old so you need old people vitamins, happy birthday!  Maybe not.

Any ideas on getting a fair gift division?  Or, do you have the same problem with your husband/wife/significant other?  What do you DO?!???