I am in SUCH trouble with the Kid.
Because I am a mean, terrible, selfish, cruel mom who only thinks of new ways to torture and punish her child.
Well, she said something along those lines.
What did I do now? Something so horrible, so awful, so crazy stupid when I look back on it now….
It was the hubs’ birthday, and let me tell you, he is one of the two hardest people in my family to shop for (the other? she reads this blog and knows, ahem, who she is….).
You know those people; you probably have a few in your family. Whatever they are interested in, they buy; they don’t really think about it, even if it’s days before their birthday/Christmas/insert gratuitous gift-giving day.
Which leaves the rest of us
to create fake gift certificates on our PC for imaginary spas to buy more scented candles and candied pecans for them (and if you’re not sure how to pronounce that nut, read my rant here).
So, I was tickled with myself *puffs up chest* when I realized the wii we just got (yes, in 2000 and what….?) meant that the hubs, a fellow who
has tormented his inner Eric Clapton with rough acoustic guitar practices has been plunking along on the guitar for the past few years might possibly get into this:
What’s the problem, you ask? That’s so nice of me, you say?! Such a lovely, thoughtful gift, you say?!
Yeah, that’s not what the Kid said. She said this:
Mommy, how could you? Why did you get that game for Daddy when you knew I would want to play it and I would be baaaaaaad at it?! Why, Mommy, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?!
Next year, it’s back to the
fake gift certificate.