10:00 A.M., Monsters playing outside, DH (who for some odd reason thinks the sun rises and sets in me) and I sitting on couch, still in pajamas, sipping coffee and reading the Sunday paper. I'm running through the Christmas list, what I've bought, what still needs to be purchased.
DH: I still have to get your gift this week.
Me: I really wish you wouldn't spend anything on me. January is always a tight month, you know that. Just tuck the money back, just in case you need it.
DH: We'll see.
Me: Rick, I'm serious. I really don't need anything and I'd rather the money went into budget.
Silence, as I sigh and realize what I'm saying is probably going in one ear and out the other.
A couple of minutes later, I show him a jewelry armoire in the Target salespaper.
Me: I think when we finish the house, I want something like this for the bedroom to hold my stuff.
DH: You know you're probably getting jewelry for Christmas, right?
Sigh. Maybe I should just give up?
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