To my wonderful husband. Who (I thought) paid $286 for a Christmas tree on the day after Thanksgiving. I did acknowledge, at the time, that it was the most beautiful tree I had ever seen...but pretty much complained about his tree-shopping skills and lack of frugality for the next, oh, four weeks, to anyone who would listen.
Upon opening Christmas gifts, I realized that a significant chunk of that money actually went toward a gift for me (purchased at the same time/place as said Christmas tree).
Sorry, honey!
(side note: Miles thinks that's Scott's title. He said, "I'm your son. Eleanor's your daughter." And when I asked what Daddy was for me, he said, "He's your hon!")
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4 years ago
Nah, he had it coming. And I think he enjoyed the stir he caused.
ReplyDeleteNice apology, although John Cleese's in "A Fish Called Wanda" was better.
How about posting a photo of said gift?
Very cute.
ReplyDeleteSoooo....what was it?
It was a giant, probably 80-lb lawn sculpture of a grumpy frog holding a book. Sounds tacky, I know, but it's actually adorable, and I think symbolizes my personality admirably. And I think it goes with a promise of buying some landscaping - or at least some lawn - in the spring.
ReplyDeleteI was about to ask what it was too, but Kate beat me to it.
ReplyDeleteI have been humbled like that many a time and I actually like it. It keeps me in check. Thanks for sharing it. :)
I love it when we get good surprises, too.