(My Z used to say 'Cause-Why as a toddler to mean both why and because. Supercute.)
Okay, so I got off my self-pitying butt yesterday and went to the store to go buy something. He's right. I am hard to buy for.
I hate junk and I hate spending money. The only bike I like costs almost $400. That's a lot for a bike just to have a bike. I'd like a new recliner but never enough to spend $700 on a La-Z-Boy.
My birthday money is $70. Maybe I should give Craigslist a try. Maybe I can use it for shipping on my 11 free cd's I've earned with music points. Or maybe I should buy some things from my Amazon shopping cart. Or a new outfit, or two. I don't want it to turn into grocery money again.
(Note to self, In mid-August next year, write your husband a note telling him that it would really mean a lot to you to get a birthday card.)
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Mashup I am not going to make: "I Don't Know" and "Take the Money and Run"
8 years ago
2 comments:
My husband mostly forgets birthday cards, and when he gives gifts they tend to come in the wrappings in which they were purchased. He has a good heart, at is great at the day to day loving, but like lots of men, seems not to understand the card and wrapping thing.
You're right! The day-to-day is the most important! I'm glad I have such little things to complain about!
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