Update: Husband Got Me a “Birthday Gift”
I need to get this out and move along before it makes me really mad.
We had friends over for my birthday yesterday. While I cooked beforehand, my husband took the boys out to the toystore. I asked him to buy a cake. (Must mention the husband “cake problem”–he likes wierd cakes, I like normal cakes. By “weird,” I mean lots of fruit, cream, crunchy bread part, not soft and fluffy, etc. I like the totally bland, normal birthday cake. So, usually we get wierd cakes, but on my birthday, I feel that it’s fair to put my foot down and insist on a normal cake.)
They were gone for a LONG time, maybe 3 hours. I was sure he got me a present–or why so long? So, after they came in, I asked, “You got me a present, didn’t you?”
His response: “Yeah–the cake.”
This is the end of the story. That means he was not joking. He actually meant that the CAKE was my present. (On the upside, however, the cake was totally normal and very good.)
I’m tired of talking about gifts. Onto funner topics (funner for me anyway, as a non-recipient of gifts. Recipients would probably love to keep talking about the wonderful gifts they get every year from their normal husbands who wear hot clothes…and I am so happy for you. Really, not jealous. Happy. Darn happy.)
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He got you a cake. For a present. OMG, girl, the fact that you didn’t poison his piece is grounds for sainthood. Incidentally, I believe I am married to his brother.
OH, yes, but just now, he called to confirm that we can put a “fairly large purchase” on our debit card. (He has no idea how much money we have in the bank, so needs to check with me. If I didn’t keep up with it, who would?)
SO, I suspect I may get a present yet! The fact that it is already 2 days after my birthday doesn’t bother him. Oh, and I do think the present is an electronics device that he needs, but I incidentally do also. So, it’s all kind of working out. You know what I mean, Miss Thystle. At least I’m getting something besides CAKE.
–Holly Kay