The husband went out shopping for me yesterday, and there are now gifts for me under the tree. They’re the only gifts under the tree, actually, because we have two insane cats. And there lies one of the differences between the husband and I. I don’t know if it’s an age thing, or if it’s just his nature, but it shows up at Christmastime.
He’s so damn…serene. He knows Christmas is coming, and then he’ll open his gifts. Why get excited now?
On the other hand, it freakin’ kills me! I HAVE to know what’s in those boxes RIGHT NOW! I want to shake them and make him give me hints and OMG, I can’t wait another whole WEEK!
The Breakfast Bitches won’t let me peel tape or receipt hunt, so my greatest hope lies with the cats shredding the paper.
Where the hell is Ziggy when I need her?