Marriage has taught me many lessons.
Perhaps the most potent is something I like to refer to as "Subliminally Motivated Gift Giving." Five years ago, I was unaware such a phenomenon even existed. However, it didn't take long before I became well acquainted with it. Or I should say it became well acquainted with me.
I vividly recall our first married Christmas. We were living in a modest little one-bedroom apartment in the Avenues. Excited, I began opening a gift adorned with a loving card, "To: Steve, From: Me!" What could it be, I thought to myself. It was sort of heavy, so it might be something electronic. An ipod? A digital camera?
As I tore away the last bit of wrapping paper, my brain shimmied with confusion (Like when you see someone wearing stretch pants, when they really shouldn't be). I tried to comprehend the gift I held in my hands.
Rogaine.
Next Christmas. As I'm digging through my carefully pre packed stocking, my hands stumble across something interesting. I retrieved the device from my stocking, only to be met with similar reaction.
Nose hair trimmer.
The following birthday. A gift was handed across the dinner table to me with a smile. I eagerly removed the wrapping paper.
Trial gym membership.
Christmas #3. A card? A card could only contain one thing - a gift certificate!
Phew, I was right. Wait a minute.
One free hour facial, including eyebrow wax.
4 Comments:
You should try my Christmas Gift-giving method (little plug there for my latest blog post).
5:25 PM
Oh, I'm very familiar with said method. (Unfortunately)
7:37 PM
At least you didn't get an autographed C.S. CD.
8:17 PM
Watch it, missy!
9:26 PM
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