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Spendy Gift
Wednesday, December 06, 2006  Once again, Kyle and I exchanged Christmas gifts way ahead of schedule. The day after Thanksgiving is disgracefully early, even by our lax standards. Our Christmas tree wasn't even up yet, for Pete's sake. Anyway, it usually goes like this: I beg Kyle to tell me what he got, he playfully refuses to divulge any information. Then a couple of weeks before Christmas he breaks down and allows me to open one present. And from that point things slide into utter chaos. I'd be picking bits of wrapping paper out from between the couch cushions for months.Kyle is very good at choosing presents for me. He has a gift, a knack for finding the most awesome things. Over the years he's given me a Shag print, an autographed copy of A Prayer for Owen Meany, several signed books by Edward Gorey, a bunch of vintage record albums illustrated by Jim Flora and The Complete Calvin and Hobbes. I still haven't read the Calvin and Hobbes, a fact he never fails to point out. I keep meaning to, but the books are so heavy! Several weeks ago Kyle started priming the pump. He would casually mention that one of my presents arrived at work, but he wouldn't drop a hint as to what it was. I had no clue. He's so creative at gift giving, it's not really possible to guess. A few times I asked point-blank what he got me, but he just laughed. He said I was going to have to wait till Christmas for once. Wait till Christmas? Why, that's just insane. Then something strange happened. Before I even began to bug him in earnest, Kyle decided to give me my presents. Okay, I kind of guessed present number one. It's a Shag print I told him I liked. It's got the wolfman in it. How cool is that? So, I figured that was my big present and there would be a couple of smaller presents to go along with it. He told me to close my eyes, because the next present wasn't even wrapped. So I held out my hands and shut my eyes and when I opened them I was holding a Canon Digital Rebel XTi. I was shocked. Aside from the fact that a DSLR is a very expensive gadget I wouldn't even think to wish for and never imagined I'd actually own, I didn't feel I deserved such a great gift. I'm not an easy person to live with and the night before he gave me the camera I was in total bitch mode. Kyle went to bed early just to get away from me and, honestly, I couldn't even stand myself. I "slept" on the couch, but what I really did was sit there until four in the morning wondering why I was so fucked up. Then Kyle joined me on the couch and he hugged me and we watched TV and then I stopped feeling so crappy. The next day he gave me my presents. But I think the real gift is the guy I'm married to. Labels: camera, Christmas, gifts, presents posted at 9:45 PM . link to this post .   .
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You know, my boy is similar. Last night I pouted myself to sleep because I was mad at him for his not wanting to drive all day today to go see a concert in LA that I wanted to go see, just to turn around and drive back so we could both work all day again tomorrow. I went to bed early and when I woke up at like 3, his arm was draped over me and he was smelling my hair kissing the back of my head. He also has the best present giving ability. One year he got me my own stamp and card/envelope thing that you can put in your books. You know, those envelopes in the front of the old library books? The ones they put a card in and stamped it with the date it was due? Yeah, it came in a cute little wooden box and had its own date stamp and for me...that was love.
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don't believe her. i'm a shitheel most of the time.
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