I love this woman - how could I not, we are twins after all. But honestly? Buying gifts for her is never an easy task...even if we are practically twins. And it seems she has asked that "we" not buy her any more plants because she's not a "plant" person, nevermind the fact that she has a sunroom FULL of plants or the fact she loved it the last time "we" bought her a winter bloomer.
But, according to my husband, the other gifts "we" bought her were perfect. Of course, they are. I bought them - special coffee and books. She gets the same damn thing every year and doesn't seem to want any variety thrown into the mix.
That's fine. If that's how she wants it, that's how it will be. It's certainly easier than trying to rack my brain for something for this woman who has - or could easily buy - everything she could want. And really? I can't blame her. When the guys ask me what I want for Christmas I invariably ask for the same things (new slippers and my favorite perfume) too. As I said, twins.
Despite the fact that I know she really doesn't want anything more than coffee, books and maybe something sweet; I am sure that next year will find me racking my brain for something a little extra to throw into the box.
At any rate, at this point, most of my shopping is done - maybe a stocking stuffer or two left to pick up tomorrow. I have somehow managed to save the scavenger hunt and even have all the clues done and ready to hide, no thanks to the Husband. Yes, I have forgiven him by now, but I haven't forgotten - he's not to be trusted.
The cookies have been made. How I absolutely adore Spritz cookies...until I have to make them. But then, I guess it just isn't Christmas until I've wrestled the
The almond bark and the Oreo truffles have been made - and are already almost gone; as are the cookies, thanks to Man-Child. I've had to hide a few of each away to have some left to give to friends.
We are expecting to have an extremely quiet Christmas with just the three of us this year. The friends we usually celebrate with at some point between Christmas Eve and Christmas are actually spending the holiday with their family across the country.
And then on Friday, normalcy resumes; theoretically. Man-Child is having his wisdom teeth extracted. Don't question me on the wisdom (see what I did there?) of having them removed the day after Christmas; that was his bright idea.
He's very nervous about it - mainly the being put under part - I don't blame him but am trying to soothe his nerves - as you can tell by all the sweets mentioned above. I'm sure it will all go fine - but still I must ask that you keep him in your thoughts Friday afternoon.
Odds are good, I won't pop back in for a few days, so I wish you and all your loved ones a very Merry Christmas.