Catchy christmas jingle, but I actually I don't want a hippo in my bathtub (oops, different song), this year from santa. Or anything else from anyone else for that matter.
Hubs and I are having a small tiff in the matters of all things gift-wrapped. The fact of the matter is that I am on maternity leave (in case anyone hadn't noticed) and we have less income. We've also blown through a wad of cash of late... baby things, a new wardrobe for hubs, new computer equipment for hubs, and a treadmill for the both of us to help us get our fat a**es in gear and lose some weight. In my opinion this was present enough for the adults of the Brown household, and we agreed to not extend our hole-in-pocket syndrome to the ridiculous.
Hubs of course, had to ruin everything by announcing tonight (with that irritating twinkle his eye gets when it's trying to be twinkly) that he bought my present today. Pardon me? Quelle present? We are not doing presents remember?? Of course, he claims this his not his way of guilting me into lowering my uber-resistant present force-field and succumbing to the incredible urges to buy him something quite fabulous, but regardless I will not yield to the dark side. No way jose. I'm too stubborn, and we're too poor for that. Plus, I hate the whole, "lets not get each other anything" song and dance in which both parties pretend to agree, and then try to completely out-do the other with the best gift ever. It's like a peeing contest for couples. A sneaky lying no-good peeing contest. No thanks, not for me. I am literally going to hang his sad empty stocking on the mantle and watch it hang there like an overcooked noodle without one second of guilt or gifter's remorse.
As for my gift? It's hard to enjoy something when you know what it's costing you, but I'll grit my teeth and give it all I got. And I hope it's skates. I really need new skates. Now who says I don't have any Christmas spirit.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
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