This post is brought to you courtesy of something Toni D. said in a comment. It was innocent enough, but it set my mind on a wild goose chase. Or maybe it was a rabbit track.
Anyway, when our first son came along, my husband and I were desperately broke. David was working his way to a CPA and we were scrounging for every coin. Consequently, Christmas presents between us were few and far between. When I did get something it was, shall we say, utilitarian. I guess I love you means getting an electric skillet.
When things got better in the money department, the Christmas presents got more expensive. I got a fancy vacuum. Be still my heart. You might as well give me a toilet brush.
I’ve always known that it doesn’t matter what the gift is, I should be grateful for it. There were just some things that didn’t make me FEEL grateful. Hint: anything that says I should clean more.
I dared to suggest to my CPA husband that perhaps his Christmas presents could be less functional and more personal. Wow, was that the wrong thing to say. That Christmas I got a bottle of perfume. I don’t know where he got it, but the sales clerk must have seen him coming from miles away. I’ve never actually smelled camel urine, but I think this perfume had to be close to it. It made my eyes water. For months I would pour a little of it in the toilet (just before I cleaned it). I was absolutely thrilled to be able to tell my husband that the bottle was almost gone.
“Great. I was wondering what to get you for your birthday.”
One year I got a gift certificate to a spa that was famous for its facials. The next I got a treadmill. Was he trying to tell me something? He must have been, because that was only one year before our spectacular divorce.
So how about you? Do you get “practical” gifts for Christmas and your birthday? Or do people give you personal stuff? Anything as bad as my camel urine perfume?