Author's Note: This blog won't normally be used for ranting and carrying on about the shortcomings of the male species...but it's my birthday week and someone screwed up royally...so let me rant for a few...k?
SO! Mister finally gets home from his trip (the same trip he was on when he "forgot" to send me flowers for my birthday and then told me to get over it....but i digress...
Mister is home and we're enjoying an outdoor dinner with my parents, I'm being semi-nice to him while i'm "getting over it," when he announces that my present is in his truck and for me to go get it....hmm...not the best way to be gifted, but whatever. So I go and retrieve my gift...anxiously waiting to tear into the diamond earrings that he mentioned he was going to buy me for my birthday...I even thought that he would spring for a larger pair in deference to the whole flowers incident. As I carried my gift back to the table, I thought how awfully clever it was of him to disguise my gift in a large heavy box. He's sneaky like that. So I carefully remove the ribbon (it was beautifully wrapped) and carefully slit the tape apart, and unwrap my new, beautful, sparkling,.......
BLENDER.
again. good luck to you, mister. this does not bode well.
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Was it at least a diamond-encrusted blender? Sometimes men get confused that way.
Of course not...that would be too "birthday giftish"...everyone knows that birthday gifts should be practical and basic and blenderiffic. LOL
what? everyone knows that "diamond" means blender. right? oh wait... maybe I'm confused...
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