Panic Buying
It's the last shopping day before the whole country shuts down for christmas. You've been looking all over for something, anything, to buy your favourite person. Something that says you care, that makes them see you in a new light.
Well, something that won't make them punch you would do. My brother-in-law once bought his wife a bin for her birthday - it was a very nice bin, but boy was he in the crud for days.
What have you bought in sheer panic and desperation? Go on, you know you do it every year.
( , Fri 23 Dec 2005, 15:10)
It's the last shopping day before the whole country shuts down for christmas. You've been looking all over for something, anything, to buy your favourite person. Something that says you care, that makes them see you in a new light.
Well, something that won't make them punch you would do. My brother-in-law once bought his wife a bin for her birthday - it was a very nice bin, but boy was he in the crud for days.
What have you bought in sheer panic and desperation? Go on, you know you do it every year.
( , Fri 23 Dec 2005, 15:10)
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Like Father, Like Son. Not.
A couple of years ago I'd just gotten my first job. This was in no small part down to my mother who had gone out of her way to help me get there in the first place. As a result I decided to blow quite a large chunk of my newly acquired wages on a really nice birthday present for her; a gold bracelet. She opened it and the look on her face made my new found poverty (almost) worthwhile. After staring at it disbelievingly for a while she realised she wasn't done yet and turned her attention to my father's present. 'What could top that?' she must have been thinking as she opened it.
I'm guessing not a garlic press.
The two of us were talking later and she'd got suitably hammered to celebrate. After telling me how much she loved her bracelet for the fiftieth time she suddenly went quiet. I looked round to see her staring into the middle distance deep in thought. "I wish I'd married you." She said quietly.
Yeah, I try to keep contact down to a minimum these days.
( , Fri 23 Dec 2005, 20:06, Reply)
A couple of years ago I'd just gotten my first job. This was in no small part down to my mother who had gone out of her way to help me get there in the first place. As a result I decided to blow quite a large chunk of my newly acquired wages on a really nice birthday present for her; a gold bracelet. She opened it and the look on her face made my new found poverty (almost) worthwhile. After staring at it disbelievingly for a while she realised she wasn't done yet and turned her attention to my father's present. 'What could top that?' she must have been thinking as she opened it.
I'm guessing not a garlic press.
The two of us were talking later and she'd got suitably hammered to celebrate. After telling me how much she loved her bracelet for the fiftieth time she suddenly went quiet. I looked round to see her staring into the middle distance deep in thought. "I wish I'd married you." She said quietly.
Yeah, I try to keep contact down to a minimum these days.
( , Fri 23 Dec 2005, 20:06, Reply)
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