December 19, 2002
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Making a List . . .
It's that time of year again. Six days before Christmas and I have the disturbed obsession that I've forgotten someone who should be on my list. I've double checked the thing several times, and I still can't put my finger on it. I may have to go out and buy myself a present to make myself feel better.
Tim called last night as he was coming home to explain that he'd be a few minutes late. He told me that he'd stopped off for gas and found the perfect Christmas gift for me.
"At the gas station?!?" I asked.
"Wasn't that serendipitous?" my true love responded.
When he got home, he disappeared into our bedroom for at least 20 minutes. I heard the sounds of paper, scissors, and tape. (Okay, mostly I heard my husband cursing which is what it sounds like when he tries to use paper, scissors and tape.)
He emerged with a gift. I'm pretty sure it's not the digital camera I asked for. If it were the digital camera, I could sneakily unwrap it (just to make sure we had the proper batteries, of course) and then I could photograph and post for your ooohs, and aaaahs the package he gave me. It's approximately the size of an Andes mint. Except that it makes a slight rattley sound if shaken. Not the rattley sound of gold links such as one might hear if it were a gold chain (the only thing I could think of that might fit in so small a package other than an Andes mint) - no just a thunk, thunk sound. Except since it's very very small it's more of a think think sound.
So it's smaller than the tip of your thumb, rattles slightly, and he got it at a gas station. I'm afraid that Christmas morning may be one of those interesting experiences that I'm going to grow from and gain lots of character as I get to decide whether it truly is the thought that counts.
On the other hand, there are still a few shopping days left and my kids haven't yet shopped for my present. Ordinarily, I take them one day and help them wrap Tim's present, then he takes them and helps them wrap my present. I may save them having to make that second trip this year. I've considered it carefully, and I see no ethical conflict in assisting my children to learn good decision-making skills by guiding their little souls toward the purchase of gifts. For me.
Either that or I have to rely on Santa, and he's already caught me pouting this year, so I'm thinking fat boy has coal in mind.
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Pressure coal enough & it becomes diamonds....
I was very delightfully surprised to find myself on your list this year--I don't know if I can properly explain how incredibly special I felt upon opening that Christmas card. Thank you very much, Terri.
And if he picked it up at a gas station, and it's about the size of the tip of a thumb, I'm laying bets on a hat pin--a NASCAR hat pin, yessir. Wear it with pride, ok? 
How on earth did Daffodilious guess that?? Sounds reasonable though. It'll be OK if there's also a digital camera with which to photograph the pin...
Keychain
Hope you're feeling better!
Watch out for the 'fat boy'... too funny
ps: perhaps I should be on your list
hehehe
LOL - I'd be very surprised if it's a pin, it's too thin for the pin part. But, we are in NASCAR country . . .
LOL it sounds similar to what my husband would do...LOL
Merry Christmas!
Tina
ps I got your card yesterday...thanks so much!!!
Tsk! Tsk! o/
God Bless - Dale
Maybe it's a key to a new car! (How's that for hopeful?)
It's a keychain. To put the key of your NEW CAR!!!!!!! on?
Trying to be positive here.
Hehehehe... my husband and I agreed long ago not to exchange Christmas gifts... best decision we ever made. If our son wants to give him a gift, we ask that he give it to charity instead. Whew. So much less pressure.
I hope yours is a car key, tho.
Ummm ..... I am thinking that it is an ....... ummm....... okay - it is a ...... well ........ alright, I have no idea.
FedEx just came with my package....the one I was not supposed to read the return address, so I can guess what it is. I'll wait, however, and write a blog about it because it needs some explaining.
The purchase of gifts is a state 's worry when we have 6 children and 12 grandchildren like us !
Michel
i wanna know what it is...when you find out...TELLLLLLLLLL me!!
Each year Knight and I say...we don't need a thing...and with this small house we can't have anything material unless we throw something else out! So this year I said...just take me to lunch often, which we do too much anyway, and that will be my present. I do enjoy other's cooking
well you will most definately have to tell us what it was when you unwrap it...i remember christmas's growing up when my older brother taught me how to snoop..it was so easy to easy lol..and you better not roflmao it might be a set up and if santa catches you ya wont get that camera
enjoy
B.
"Serendipitous"? Sheesh!
I know what it is! haHA!
Well...you didn't forget us - it arrived yesterday.
I learnt my parcel-making skills from my mother - who used to work for the post office in her younger days. Just ask my wife...no-one can ever guess what I put inside parcels - nor can they open them up for about half an hour.
Tim will have to learn to wrap things up to make noises...without giving away the contents inside. (It's a learnt talent.)
Hmm, maybe a key to a car. Don't have a clue, sorry. Like the line about fat boy having coal in mind. Made me smile!
Whatever Santa brings - have a wonderful Christmas.
I'm puzzled but too tired to figure out the present... are you going to tell us? ~Spot~
its the thought that counts.
You will let us know when you open it - right?
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