Christmas Shopping

Gary’s Love Language is unquestionably Giving Gifts. Gary’s family told him this year that he loves them too much every year and he needs to back OFF. Sadly, this happened after he bought a dining room table of gifts and then brought up a card table to fill with gifts for the family dogs, plus miscellaneous candy that could be used to fill in so everyone got ten to twelve gifts equally.

When I heard we needed to cut back on gifts we’d already bought, I thought, “Birthdays are taken care of for the year!” Gary thought, “Well, those salted chocolate covered caramels are just going to go bad.” (So we ATE THEM ALL, and then when he felt guilty we went back to find more, and they don’t exist. All stores are sold out. If I buy them from somewhere else, they won’t measure up.)

And so, we are cherry picking through the gifts to see what we want to keep. (Don’t even ask. If your Love Language is Giving Gifts, what is Returning Gifts For Cash? Exactly.)

Me: “Hmmm … this is mine … and, this is mine. Hand me that scarf, will you? Annnnnnd that book. No, the other one.”

So, I am making out this Christmas. Of course, it isn’t Christmas without last minute shopping, so we went shopping last night anyway, even though we have been Cut Off.

Gary, on leaving the Harry and David’s: “You know, I don’t know if these pears will last till Christmas.”

Me: “I like pears.”

Gary: “Well, the pears are ours then.”

We hadn’t even walked five feet. it was like clockwork.