Merry Christmas to me!
Every year it’s the same thing. My hubby asks for my gift wish list, and then he steadfastedly ignores it. Unless, of course, I complain appropriately (strums my guitar), but even then, it’s not a guaranteed thing.
Well, I think I’ve got it sussed.
See, I’m not allowed to buy anything for myself in the month or 5 leading up to my birthday or Christmas either. If you’re keeping track, that means that most of the time, I shouldn’t be buying anything for myself.
Not so long ago, I complained. I had seen a really good deal and I wanted to buy it right now while it was on sale. The hubby finally agreed. “But only if you wrap it and stick it under the tree.”
Well now. That got my attention. That’s how I get what I want? I can DO that!!
So, I bought myself the 2012 calendar that I wanted, and wrapped it with a tag that says “To Broot, Love from The Fridge. Merry Christmas.”
And I bought myself the car safety kit that I wanted. Wrapped it up with a tag that says “To the Car, Love from Reuben the Road Safety Bear. Merry Christmas.”
How many of these do you suppose I can get away with? I’ve got my eye on a Sudoku a day box calendar, the Muppet Show season DVDs, a range hood for my oven, and an iPad2.
I’m rubbing my hands together with glee!!