You'd think that when a holiday comes at the same time every year, somehow, someday, I'd be ahead--yeah, right. Why? Because it takes me forever to decide what I want to do for Christmas presents. It's not that I'm indecisive--well, maybe... ;)
No, it is definitely the fault of others. (Rule #134: Those not currently present to defend themselves may and often will be made solely responsible for any and all current issues.) I ask for lists of suggestions months in advance. Never, not once, has anyone actually given me a list. Nope. Christmas present conversations at my house go something like this:
Me: So, do you have any ideas of what you'd like for Christmas this year?
Them: Oh, you know the things I like, just make something.
Me: Okay, would you like a quilt?
Them: I have enough blankets for my needs. (Yes, I actually have gotten this one.)
Me: Well, how about some scrapbook pages (I digital scrapbook old family photos)?
Them: Naw, that'd just be something more to move around if I change locations. (Yep, got this one too.)
Me: Well, what would you like?
Them: You got lots of talents, just make something. (Are they for real?!)
Me: Never mind.
Got to love family.
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