Anonymous wrote:OP here.
It appears that I'm getting a vacuum (handy vac) this year. I was checking our Amazon account to figure out when my remaining purchases are due to arrive and I saw that he ordered a vacuum to be sent to himself (c/o my dad) to my parent's house. It's not a gift for my parents (i buy all their gifts).
Under what paradigm is it okay to buy your wife a vacuum for Christmas?
I honestly don't know what to say. That man could literally buy me any piece of jewelry in the world and I'd be okay with it. He could go to Macy's and buy a $10 pair of earrings and I'd thrilled out of my mind. It would be the first pair of earrings he ever bought me and I would cherish them. But a vacuum? I am so sad.
Christmas is now officially just about the kids in our house.
Anonymous wrote:Last year for my birthday I got tickets to a Caps game- (who was that for, anyway?) -and I'm not a hockey fan.
We call this type of gift the "Homer bowling ball" in my house, after the Simpsons episode when Homer buys Marge a bowling ball engraved with "Homer."
Anonymous wrote:Put an end to both of your agony now. Stop this silly dance. Pick out something you want - and either send him the link or buy it, give it to him to wrap for you. My DH and I spent years with this silly game. He would buy crap gifts - but yet - get stressed about it - and then get upset if I didnt jump up and down with glee. So I started giving him ideas. With the internet, I started to send him links. He is happy. I am happy. Would I love a DH who could come up with wonderful gifts on his own....sure...but that isn't one of his strengths. He never got good gifts growing up, so the whole idea is just foriegn to him.
Anonymous wrote:My husband fits right in here. He actually means well, but is pretty forgetful a lot of the time. We do stockings for each person in the family - even the dog. I remind my husband a bazillion times not to forget to get something for my stocking. Last year, he totally spaced it. So on christmas morning, both kids, the dog and the husband all had stockings filled with fun, thoughtful gifts, but mine was empty. My daughter actually cried because she was so sad for me. "Oh mamma," she told me. "What did you do wrong last year? Santa must be so mad at you, but I thought you were really good most of the time." She went on to speculate for DAYS about why Santa was mad at me - was it the parking ticket? the time I forgot to feed the dog? the time I said $*%&* when I dropped something in the kitchen? I had to totally suck it up and let her think I'd totally blown it in Santa's eyes, when it was actually my husband's fault for forgetting. He felt so bad! Never again - I'm stuffing my own stocking this year!!
Anonymous wrote:Last year for my birthday I got tickets to a Caps game- (who was that for, anyway?) -and I'm not a hockey fan.
We call this type of gift the "Homer bowling ball" in my house, after the Simpsons episode when Homer buys Marge a bowling ball engraved with "Homer."
Anonymous wrote:My husband fits right in here. He actually means well, but is pretty forgetful a lot of the time. We do stockings for each person in the family - even the dog. I remind my husband a bazillion times not to forget to get something for my stocking. Last year, he totally spaced it. So on christmas morning, both kids, the dog and the husband all had stockings filled with fun, thoughtful gifts, but mine was empty. My daughter actually cried because she was so sad for me. "Oh mamma," she told me. "What did you do wrong last year? Santa must be so mad at you, but I thought you were really good most of the time." She went on to speculate for DAYS about why Santa was mad at me - was it the parking ticket? the time I forgot to feed the dog? the time I said $*%&* when I dropped something in the kitchen? I had to totally suck it up and let her think I'd totally blown it in Santa's eyes, when it was actually my husband's fault for forgetting. He felt so bad! Never again - I'm stuffing my own stocking this year!!
Last year for my birthday I got tickets to a Caps game- (who was that for, anyway?) -and I'm not a hockey fan.