Husband Clothes

Happy Easter, everyone! I’m thinking a lot about how lucky I am today–the blessings and gifts I have. Let me warn you though, when I post about the topics of my husband + gifts, it’s going to get a little annoying.

Before I tell my annoying (ok, infuriating) story, let me mention that if you need gift ideas or quick shopping for your guy’s birthday or any other special occasion–please visit the Husband Clothes gift store (link also to the right). It’s powered by Amazon, and you can get really good electronics and hard-to-find gifts (like a “sexy” Borat green swim suit–but this is not one of my picks–I’m just saying it’s available at the store:)

As much as I LOVE buying and giving gifts, I must admit that buying gifts for MY husband is sheer torture. Why? Because he is a picky freaking BABY. He hasn’t gotten the message–one that is quite pertinent today actually–gifts are given from LOVE, so no matter what the gift, we are lucky to be cherished. Also, not everyone gets gifts. Even if you don’t LIKE a gift, you pretend to like it. You exchange it. You store it somewhere.

OH, not my husband. No siree. His worst nightmare is getting a gift that isn’t EXACTLY what he’s always dreamed of (from me, I mean–from others, all gifts are special) . Do realize that the gifts he gets me are also exactly what he has always dreamed of having for himself–described in detail here–that is, on the rare occasion that I actually receive a gift from him–about 4 times in 9 years of marriage. Thanks:) Just have fun reviewing this conversation that happened right before our anniversary due to my not choosing the “correct” gift:

Me: Honey, I got you a great gift for our anniversary. You are going to LOVE it! Did you get me anything yet?

Him: What is it? [ignores question as to whether he purchased gift for me]

Me: I don’t want to tell you. It’s a surprise.

Him: Yeah, but I might not like it. You should tell me, so I can tell you if I like it. This way, if I don’t like what you got, you can get me something better.

After the last disappointing gift I got him, he asked me to just give him money next time. Uh, he earns most of our money. So, I’m going to give him HIS money to buy his own gift? I tried it. The “gift” he got himself was cables, long, orange cables, and like 50 of them–$200 worth to be exact. They were never used. Sure, that’s what he wanted. Well, sorry, I want something more “gifty.” Also something that will not take up my VERY valuable hall closet space. And yes, I have tried to get him to TELL me what he wants, so I can buy it. In these cases, he “couldn’t think of it right now” for weeks, or the ideal gift for me to buy costs $500-$1000. Perhaps when you own your own film studio, buster.

Maybe I will send him to the Husband Clothes gift store to buy his own dumb gifts from now on. Nothing there costs $1000, and he can just use a darn credit card instead of me giving him a bunch of his own money…For heaven sakes–see why I call it torture?? Word to men: please, appreciate your gifts.

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