Post by Sprocket on Dec 24, 2019 15:04:53 GMT -6
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I come here again to share yet another Christmas story. It is my hope that no one tires of my ramblings and instead will seek some learnings and the humor in which they're given.
Today's story is about my shopping for Christmas presents for my well deserving wife. It's a true story that will be told at the expense of myself. Sometimes people are so bad at things, they should really never attempt them. This story will serve as proof that I should never buy anyone a present, especial my wife. Lets begin....
I went shopping for presents last week. Everyone can likely remember, I sent out a warning to our city. I really only shop for the wife because after 25 years she won't allow me to buy for anyone else. You're about to learn why.
I go out to Wal-Mart, the only place I really Christmas shop, and I begin looking. Now the wife is not the easiest to buy for... She gives no lists and no clues to what she wants. After Christmas I can assure everyone she'll remind of all the things she asked for and that I just never listen. With all my inability at that moment, she may be correct, but I'm still in the middle of Wal-Mart without a clue. I hunt, and hunt, and hunt... After 2 hours, and talking with a half a dozen people with full carts, I had only found a pair of socks. It may be a bad Christmas for her.
Finally I decide I'll purchase some sexy under garments for her. Of course I have no clue of a size, so I call the daughter. She gives me her best guess and I make my purchases before heading to Farm and Fleet. A few days later, the wife gone shopping again, I sneak her presents in to wrap them. I don't know why they put ladies under garments on hangers, but they do. So I remove the hanger to wrap it up. I finish wrapping the rest and I return to the living room feeling proud of myself. I was done.
The next day the wife goes in to wrap some of her presents and she comes out with that hanger. She's holding it and says, "Tell me you this isn't what you bought me". Men that's a trick question we learn early in life. I was like who else would I a bra for? She rolls her eyes at me and says, "It's the wrong size and I'm not nursing". Oops! Dang it! I'll return it... I suk at this.
I come here again to share yet another Christmas story. It is my hope that no one tires of my ramblings and instead will seek some learnings and the humor in which they're given.
Today's story is about my shopping for Christmas presents for my well deserving wife. It's a true story that will be told at the expense of myself. Sometimes people are so bad at things, they should really never attempt them. This story will serve as proof that I should never buy anyone a present, especial my wife. Lets begin....
I went shopping for presents last week. Everyone can likely remember, I sent out a warning to our city. I really only shop for the wife because after 25 years she won't allow me to buy for anyone else. You're about to learn why.
I go out to Wal-Mart, the only place I really Christmas shop, and I begin looking. Now the wife is not the easiest to buy for... She gives no lists and no clues to what she wants. After Christmas I can assure everyone she'll remind of all the things she asked for and that I just never listen. With all my inability at that moment, she may be correct, but I'm still in the middle of Wal-Mart without a clue. I hunt, and hunt, and hunt... After 2 hours, and talking with a half a dozen people with full carts, I had only found a pair of socks. It may be a bad Christmas for her.
Finally I decide I'll purchase some sexy under garments for her. Of course I have no clue of a size, so I call the daughter. She gives me her best guess and I make my purchases before heading to Farm and Fleet. A few days later, the wife gone shopping again, I sneak her presents in to wrap them. I don't know why they put ladies under garments on hangers, but they do. So I remove the hanger to wrap it up. I finish wrapping the rest and I return to the living room feeling proud of myself. I was done.
The next day the wife goes in to wrap some of her presents and she comes out with that hanger. She's holding it and says, "Tell me you this isn't what you bought me". Men that's a trick question we learn early in life. I was like who else would I a bra for? She rolls her eyes at me and says, "It's the wrong size and I'm not nursing". Oops! Dang it! I'll return it... I suk at this.