Here’s the thing. I am not a good gift picker-outer. I always try and think of something marvelous for my honey, but alas, gift picking-out is definitely not one of my talents. Nate on the other hand is a pro. He is always finding the most fantastic gifts ever. Which, of course, makes me feel terrible when I give him whatever is my pathetic gift.
Not only can I not pick out gifts, I can not keep them secret. This is not because I spill the beans, but I am just not sneaky enough. Case in point. One year I thought I was oh so sneaky. I was giving him a futon for his office. So, I had my parents purchase it and keep it at their place until right before Christmas, when, while we were away one night, my sister and her husband moved it into the back of our basement. So, Christmas morning comes and Nate has gotten a curio for me. It was beautiful. I then escorted Nate downstairs to show him his gift. He started laughing. Apparently when my sister and her husband had put the futon in the basement they leaned it right up against the curio. So, when Nate had gone to get the curio, he subsequently saw his gift. NOT SNEAKY.
This past Valentine’s Day was no exception. Nate got a new keyboard for my computer because a certain unnamed kidlet has wreaked havoc on mine. He also did this for me.
Think we have enough hot cocoa or cereal? Me either.
Being organizationally challenged as I am, this pantry has been the bane of my existence. He made me shelf/drawers. Rolling shelves? I don’t know what to call them but they are marvelous!
I am the room mother for Em’s class, and frankly whoever thought that I would be a good candidate for that was not in their right mind. So, by the time I was done with the whole V-day party for her class I was done done. I did get him a windshield washer thingy that they sell on TV, but I got it at Walgreen’s (pronounced Walgrins by most around here). So, pretty much a great big FAIL on my part.
Which continues the saga of Nate=awesome gifts, Kris=lame gifts.