The Season For What Exactly?

Michael is one of the hardest people to shop for. Seriously. He drives by a Walmart on his way home from work, stops in and buys the most random stuff all the friggin' time. It can be stuff I know he wanted or stuff that was so cheap he bought it on a lark. Last year I forbade him from buying anything between a week before Thanksgiving and Christmas and the asshole still bought crap. When he picked me up from the airport the week of Thanksgiving, he excitedly pulled out the new Vampire Weekend CD so we could listen to it on the way home. Guess what I bought him a week or two before at a Border's closing sale? THE SAME VAMPIRE WEEKEND CD. I started yelling at him about how he wasn't supposed to buy anything and he had no idea what was going on. I calmed down enough to explain that that CD was sitting at home waiting to be wrapped for Christmas. He was a little sheepish after that. We ended up giving the stupid thing to his brother.

So this Christmas again proved challenging. Since we took ourselves to New York for a play and a really nice brunch, Mike has called a moratorium on gifts. Part of the problem with that is I accidentally found a present he was going to give me- and is still going to give me- on Christmas. So he's still giving me something. This whole time I've been wanting to get him some running gear. We were talking tonight before dinner when he stated his moratorium. I started to get a little bummed and told him I was buying him something anyway because the gift I want to get him is for his safety- a reflective vest for running in the dark. He was like, "if it's for my safety why are you waiting until Christmas?" I stood by the fact that he's IMPOSSIBLE to shop for and this was something I know he wouldn't buy himself and would use. Through his cackling laughter he started to ready for a night run and said, "I really hope I don't get run over by a bus while I'm on my run because you just had to wait for Christmas."

Merry Christmas indeed.