Usually, if I decide I actually want something for Christmas, I buy it for myself. My husband, nice guy that he is, is quite thick. I have literally drawn him maps with detailed descriptions and SKUs to get the item/items I ask for, and he has dropped the ball. It’s kind of funny actually. Last year, I told him I wanted a pink cowl-necked sweater at Wal-mart. They are on the rack just in front of checkout #7, they cost $7.96 and I need size small (extra small if they have one, but I don’t think they do). He bought me a blue mock turtleneck, size medium. I didn’t even know they had those, so who knows where he found it. That’s pretty much what he does.
This year, he said “I want to surprise you, but I want to get something you want, so make a list and I will pick one or two things for you.” Ok. My list included: a didgeridoo, the new Eoin Colfer book (don’t laugh, he’s actually a great writer and I enjoy his stuff), some Burberry cologne (I didn’t specify the Burberry Brit in the black/grey plaid box – but I like all their stuff, so it was cool that he got the wrong one), and any of the following – the blue & white freshwater pearl necklace, drop earrings or bracelet at the H-ville or Madison Wal-Mart – they only have the brown ones at Gallatin & while those are ok, I really like the blue & white, oh, yeh and those created blue topaz drop earrings are really pretty, too.
I expected to get the didgeridoo, honestly. It was a little more than I wanted him to spend, but I have been wanting one for ages and this is the last one at the store and the sales guy said they are not allowed to order anymore “until further notice” but didn’t know why or how long that would be. What I got was some Burberry cologne (as I said above, not the one I wanted, but I still like it) and the blue and white necklace. I lurve it. If it’s not obvious from some of my previous posts, I am a bit old-fashioned. As such, I like the classical things, such as pearls. While I like pearls, they don’t really suit me, as I am an odd one, but freshwater pearls? With their odd colours and shapes, yeh, they’re me. This necklace rocks.
What did I get him, you might ask? He asked for a misting fountain, I got him a really neat one that cycles through colours and that he really likes. I know he likes it, because he will stand and stare at it in a trance, every now and then swiping his hand through the mist. He’s like a little kid, transfixed. It was a good Christmas 
By the way, men – let me re-iterate one thing for you, if a woman says “don’t buy me anything” – do NOT buy her anything. Do NOT get sucked into that bullshit mindgame, no matter how many dysfunctional psychopaths throw a tantrum when they say that and you do it – it’s better to know she’s a psychopath and run from her like the wind than play that game. But if she says “buy me the pink cowl-necked sweater” don’t buy her a blue mock turtleneck, just sayin’.
