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I did christmas shopping dang it

I found something for my son and his wife that i really think they will fall in love with, so i had to get it.  And then, because i spend christmas morning with my daughter and grandaugher, i got my daughter fun stuff to open that i hope will make her laugh, and i'm sure she will use them. I needed assistance from my daughter on what to get my grandaughter so I think i cheated a little bit, BUT, i just want her to love her gift and i didn't buy her ANY books this year.  I think i overdid the books last year.  And the clothes.  This year, i want her to just have fun and enjoy playing with her present.

And i got a teeny tiny red velvet stocking for someone else, who has not arrived yet. shhhhhh. 

And yes, i did buy something for Bill.  I hope he likes it.  He buys expensive everything and has all the toys and accessories......he's also very picky about what he gets.  So we'll see.  Honestly, i just didn't want to repeat anything he's already been given.  I wasn't sure if i should.  But fuck it.  I want to.  So i did.

It's been a long time since i bought a man a real gift.  I had sent a fancy binder to Mister to hold his writings, but that was a "he needs this" purchase.  Doesn't count.  I started looking for Bills gift almost as soon as i met him.  I have a private Pinterest board for him.  Thank god.  But like i said, his taste is refined.  My wallet isn't. 

Plus, i didn't want to go crazy.  It's our first Christmas and we JUST got back together.   The question is, do i buy gifts for the boys?  I'll have to see.  That shouldn't be hard to find.  I had to order everyone elses.

I missed his calls during the day, and now .........i don't have to.  He says obnoxious things to me because he knows i can't react.  Today, snot blew out of my nose because i couldn't hold in the laugh.  Jerk.  Tonight i'm picking up groceries and making Tuscan Soup with crusty bread.

Maybe i'll share it with him.  Show him i can cook if i'm in the right frame of mind.  And not being expected to.  



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