I run to the mail every day and check… just in case. Our mailman thinks I’m a little… off balance. More times then not, there’s nothing for me.. but that’s OK.. because McHubby, he’s a planner… lol. He plots different ways to surprise me… and then… pounces. So yesterday, when I see the UPS truck pull up, I could have wet myself, I was so excited! I met him at the truck!
I flip over the box before I open it (just in case there’s some clue as to what it is…) And on the back in faded lettering I see the words “WOLFGANG PUCK”… ARE YOU kidding me?!???!??!??
… Right now as McHubby is reading this, he’s laughing. Aren’t you baby? Because he knows whats coming…
Monday night, while on the computer with McHubby, there’s an infomercial (Insomnia has taught me 2 things 1- Infomercials are AWESOME!! and 2- The president of my local bank made a very wise choice when he declined my application for a credit card) So… the infomercial is for Wolfgang Puck’s electric cookie press. So I’m watching, and Chatting, and I say “This is so cool! I want one!! “
I realized my mistake right away!! I EVEN tried to fix it!! “Shel, Don’t buy it for me! You can buy it for me at some point, but not right now!” -We’re trying to get some saving done before Babies come, trying to be smart about it- But I found out last night, that as I was pressing enter on that post telling him not to buy it, he was pressing “Process Payment”.
You’d think I’d learn. We went shoe shopping this summer, and I said “Baby, I can’t pick which pair of shoes I like better. What do you think?” He helped me pick a pair, and then sent me on my way with the kids to another store while he paid. Voila… both pairs of shoes ended up in the back of the car… How’d that happen?
Back when McHubby and I were “JUST FRIENDS” I was talking to him one night and told him how much I loved “Skinny Pigs”. Just random friends sharing how their day was, and mine included meeting my first Skinny. Fast forward a few month later, and McHubby – then McFriend– had moved back to Canada and was helping me celebrate my birthday. He gave me a cupcake/cake transporter. (I love to bake!!) and then tells me to sit down and not peek. Out wheels “Freddie” my heart, my joy, my Skinny Pig. You’d think by now, I should know to keep my mouth shut.
I was checking out a new blog today, and Heather @ Mindless Junque had posted previously about her dream Christmas. No holds barred, money not an issue Christmas.
I want to do that!! Just for fun!!! But this post had to come first. The one where I PUBLICLY say “Sheldon Maxwell Feener, DO NOT buy any of these things for me!!!!! This is a FOR FUN post, and in no way represents any of my REAL desires for Christmas!!!”
OK. With that out of the way, check back in a few hours, and I’ll have my wish list ready. And maybe McHubby will have stopped pouting 😛