Christmas comes one time a year, the same day, every single year. It's constant, it's consistent, it's Christmas. Millions of people have come to terms with this and many even prepare by shopping months in advance. Although Jason and I decided to not exchange gifts with each other this year, we agreed to just do small gifts for our stockings. Afterall, this year and the following years are reserved for Marley and her possible future sibling(s). At this point in my life, there's not much I "need" let alone "want".
Which brings me to my next point....Jason has known about Christmas day for months, years, his entire life. My mom was kind enough to watch Marley Monday while he did some last minute shopping. And by last minute, I mean he started. I get a phone call, hearing his extremely annoyed and aggrevated voice, and I immediately want to laugh. I can hear Christmas music in the distant background with angry people in the near background.
"They dont' have any of the movies you asked for!!" he screams panicked.
"So don't get any..." it's simple, right? They're out of something, so don't get it? I thought so, too.
"What am I supposed to get you!?" more panicking.
"I don't know, a gift card?"
"I can't just get you ONE thing for your stocking! What else can I get you??" huffing....
"Jason, you're asking me 4 days before Christmas what I want and you're getting mad because the store is out of things?"
"I'm going to hang up before I say anything else"...ah, you are wise Sensei.
At least last minute shopping year after year has finally taught him one thing....to insert foot in mouth when appropriate.
love this....
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