OK, so the husband asks me today, "What do you want for Christmas?"
I reply, "Isn't it a bit late to be asking?"
His rebuttal, "The stores are still open for the next 11 days."
I silently respect his uncharacteristically clever response. He won a point with me for that one and thus I do not rant what I want to rant, which is basically...
"Shouldn't you know what I would like after 10 years of marriage? "
or
"What's the point in my telling you because I could just as easily buy it myself?"
or
"If you'd spend as much time thinking about what other people want as you do thinking about what you want, you'd already know what to get me."
Instead I end the conversation with "I'll think about it and let you know."
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Well, I've got 6+ more years of marriage under my belt and I'd like to tell you it gets better, but I'd be lying. The only thing that keeps me from getting really indignant about it is the sure and certain knowledge that I'm just as bad. If Christmas were tomorrow the Hub wouldn't have a single thing under the tree...
--Laura
yah, girls, we're fighting around here, too. bah! humbug.
They need to be gently led by the hand when gift-giving season approaches. Don't think of it as thoughtlessness... think of it as a disability linked to that damn y-chromosome.
The Big B discovered James Avery ten years ago and now has to be forcibly restrained from buying jewelry; it's his happy place. Not that I don't REALLY like jewelry, but a change is good sometimes.
Of course, in 2003, he got me an Audi TT Roadster... he has husband points for decades.
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