Today is my birthday!
A couple weeks ago, Crappy Papa started asking me what I wanted for my birthday…
Like many couples, we’ve ditched the element of surprise in the art of gift giving. What he is really asking here is, “What specific item shall I purchase for you?” He isn’t looking for ideas to choose from. He wants to know precisely what to buy.
So I decide to make it super easy for him. And free:
He considers it for a moment and then replies:
So I settle:
In the end, I put the shoes in my shopping cart online and had him come over and press the “Submit Order” button. This counts, right?
Not complaining, I love that we do gifts this way. I’m sure when I was younger I would have looked at our future gift giving with disdain. Where is the surprise? The excitement? The thought put into it?
Whatever. I want a pair of shoes.*
Left on his own, Crappy Papa is not the most reliable gift giver. Also? He dislikes the pressure in picking something out. His first ever birthday gift to me was a pair of salt and pepper shakers. I didn’t need salt and pepper shakers. We had been dating for two months. Pretty romantic, right? (Actually, maybe it was. In a domestic, “I want to spend the rest of my life seasoning food with you” way? Totally. And we still have them.)
I don’t really have a way to wrap up this post. But it is my birthday so I’ll just use that as my get out of jail free card.
It is my birthday!
*Boots actually. Red boots. Life is way more exciting wearing red boots. Plus, they are snappy with purple dresses.