After getting rather angry with my crock pot the other day, my rage spread to our bread maker just moments later, and then to my husband.
What's so great about a bread maker any way? You dump in a bunch of ingredients and then the machine kneads it for you...Why would you want to skip that- it's the best part. I like to pretend that I am kneading a pillow into my husbands face when he is sleeping. I can't let a machine take that day dream away from me.
We have a bread maker that I purchased for my dear husband as a Christmas gift three years back. I was so excited because he used one all of the time when we were first married but it died at some point. Surely my Christmas gift would bring him pleasure.
No, it sits and collects dust.
Did I mention I love to day dream about smothering my husband with a pillow? I have yet to buy him a Christmas gift that he is absolutely in love with. It has come to the point where we no longer exchange gifts, something I suggested, to save money. I really suggested it because I hate the frustration of buying him something and seeing that he is not as excited as I am.
Another year, before we had children, Colin became interested in the art of stained glass. I had this fabulous idea where I bought him a gift certificate to this local shop that sold everything for stained glass crafting. I felt so proud to think of it and to support local business as well all in one shopping trip.
He never used the gift certificate.
Asshole.
Two years ago I bought him a copy of his favorite Christmas movie on DVD. I had warm thoughts of the family watching it, snuggled under a quilt eating popcorn.
His response. "It plays on TBS all day on Christmas."
Did I mention that I daydream about smothering my husband with a pillow?
-C
About Me
- Colleen
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- Once upon a time there lived a gal who lived in coastal Maine who believed that she and her family would remain there forever. And then her husband lost his job. It sucked because he was the bread winner. It sucked because they had a mortgage. After several months of job searching locally the family packed up and moved west. The once boat building husband became an Engineer in the corporate world, losing his hippy pony tail in the process... The once hair and spa service owner became a stay at home Mama...and gained twelve pounds in the process. The two babies who were once day care kids became stay at home kids. Read on about how this family handles their new life on the opposite side of the country and how the Mama embraces it thanks to the love of her little family, and yes, a little pill.
2 comments:
So funny... I never get Matt anything he likes either.
Have you stopped blogging? Is it because I didn't comment on your last post? Is it because the only things you have to say are bad things about me and you know I will see them? Do you have a secret blog where you say bad things about me?
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