I'm Dreaming of a Right Christmas

The title of this blog was inspired by the song I imagine is going through Hubby's head now. Last night, he asked me what he is supposed to get me for Christmas. I thought about choking him to death and spending his life insurance for my Christmas present. Not really. But I've been hinting for at least three months of various things I would like for Christmas and he says he has no idea what to get me.

I didn't help him out. I said, "I want something from your heart." He probably would have preferred that I say, "I want that $3,000 ring I was looking at in the ad last week." But, he's on his own. He knows where to shop, he knows what I like, he even knows that I flat out tell the kids, "If your Dad asks, I want this for Christmas." So, I refused to tell him what I want. This does two things for him that he may not realize. It forbids be from being able to be disappointed, because I could have gotten exactly what I wanted, and it gives him the freedom to spend - or not spend - as much as he wants. I don't think he realizes how much a winning situation this is for him.

Well, I have to go get ready for my Christmas Eve party. Feel free to stop in - hee hee. Have a VERY Merry Christmas.

Thanksgiving

By the way, how was everyone's Thanksgiving? Did you all have a good holiday? Ours was nice - quieter than usual. There were only fifteen of us. Bearsie, did you go to PA? Did anyone eat anything unusual? Did anyone have snow? Is everyone now into gear for Christmas?

Christmas in the Air?

Hey! I'm back. Holy Cow. I can't believe it has been almost a month since I wrote. We're doing okay here - except the husband is getting wierd.

It started Sunday when he kept leaning on me in church. Not just leaning to me, so that our shoulders were touching, leaning ON me. And you should have heard him laugh when my six-year-old started the same thing on the other side of me. I felt like a mom sandwich.

He hasn't stopped. He hugs me wierd, he grins at me different. It isn't completely unusual. He sometimes gets this way if he's off work for a few weeks. But he isn't. He's still working summer hours well into winter. He's exhausted. But he's still wierd.

So, I'm hoping he has something up his sleeve. Maybe he has gotten me this awesome Christmas gift and is having trouble containing his excitiement. Hey, it's Christmas. I can hope, can't I?