I live for these moments...
When I can hand DH his arse.
We’re shopping last night, and while browsing the young girl's clothing department for our almost 4 year old, DH nonchalantly informs me he received skid’s Christmas list. Yes, in DH’s family, you text/email/write down what you want for Christmas and deliver that list. It’s ridiculous.
Me: Oh yeah? What does skid (newly 11) want for Christmas?
DH: Gift cards mainly. She wants a gift card from X, a gift card from Y, and a gift card from Z. Oh, and she said she likes mystery books.
Me: But aren’t you vehemently against gifting gift cards, especially at Christmas? I mean, you’ve always said you’d rather know what someone wants from said store than gift them a gift card. (Laughing at this point...) you don’t even give ME gift cards for Ulta or Sephora so I can shop for my OWN make-up. Ah, okay then.
DH: Well... she...
Me: (distant blank stare through him)
Me: Books and clothes it is then!
Golden child will be here soon, I don’t know exactly when, because I don’t ask, but I assume somewhere around the 10th of December. She’ll be spending a lot of time at the inlaws, and with FIL I assume, because by that time he’ll most likely be fulfilling his house arrest.
Christmas is going to be quite entertaining this year.