It's getting to be about that time...and this year i'm just going to do it...i'm going to do the unthinkable...yep...i'm making a list that i will hand deliver (or more likely e-mail) to my hubby in the next week or two. I hate lists, not as much as my bro, but i hate them. I feel bad about giving a list, it's like please buy me _______ thanks! ha ha. i love to buy presents for people, in fact i love to think about what to get someone, i usually try to think of something that they wouldn't normally buy themselves...etc etc.
but after many birthdays and christmases with an adidas sweatshirt waiting for me under the wrapping paper, i've decided it's about time to make a list.
from what bri tells me it's more of a panic thing, he knows it's my birthday/christmas, he's had 364 days to think of what to get me, but for some strange reason once the time comes he finds himself in a store freaking out...so what does he do? he grabs the first thing that he can find that seems like a girl would want...i.e. adidas sweatshirt, really bad smelling candle, odd eye bracelet (i got that one twice cause i told him i "lost" the first one...bad idea) really ugly jewelry box....
and we've discussed it...and he says he'd rather have a list, so he knows exaclty what he needs to buy.
now, i'm not saying that it's just b that has this problem...i believe that all men (well almost all men) have this problem. take for instance my father, who has given my mother some doosies in the past...a gold covered rose, yep...what do you do with that? a watch so small she couldn't see the numbers and of course couldn't return it, bath oils ( we didn't have a bathtub at the time)
anyways...what was i saying?? oh yeah...i've got my list...and it's actually kinda fun....and it's getting kinda long...so there will be lots of options...
the end
ps...i love you bri and i love you dad...:)
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