When we were budgeting for Christmas and buying our gifts, C comes and shows me his list. He was so proud of himself for spending almost to the penny his budget without going over. I look it over, and point out the obvious: You forgot me, darling.
He sheepishly laughed, and we agreed that we wouldn't get each other much because of the roof.
A few days later he comes home with a fancy schmancy Delonghi espresso machine and told me it was my early Christmas gift. Yes, it sounds great in theory, and was really nice of him. Except I'm allergic to coffee, so I could never use it. We decided it was a better gift from me to him, and he uses it every morning.
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| One of his morning cappuccinos |
So, last night Santa came to our house and filled his stocking with UK tickets, whiskey stones, and other little things he's been wanting. My stocking, on the other hand, sat empty.
But, after a while, C managed to find two presents Santa left under the tree for me. I wasn't forgotten after all!
Not only that, but Santa knew I wanted an iPad because my laptop died over Thanksgiving, and he knew I would need the extra heavy-duty military-grade case because I tend to break things. Needless to say, Santa's back on my "nice" list!
































