After 17 years of marriage, Bubba still claims that I drive him absolutely crazy.
I don't think that he means it in the romantic sense...
One of Bubba's (perhaps legitimate) grievances with me has to do with the celebrating of birthdays. Specifically, my birthday.
You see - it turns out that I am a big old birthday hypocrite.
I love to celebrate other peoples' birthdays. Particularly the "gift" part: I legitimately enjoy thinking of what that person may want/need and procuring it. I genuinely enjoy wrapping gifts. I really love the whole gift-giving ritual.
Notice that I said gift-giving not gift-receiving.
Yes - as much as I love to give birthday presents, I really hate to receive them. Or more precisely, I hate to receive them on the actual day of my birth.
I get a little cranky just thinking about it.
I hate the idea that there may be absolutely nothing that I want, or that I need, and yet just because the calendar shows a certain date, people feel obligated to go out and spend money on me.
Like I said, it's hypocritical, I know. But there it is.
So my family and I have come to an agreement: my parents give me money ("universal gift certificates!" Wheeee!), my sister ignores my birthday altogether (probably serves me right) and Bubba gives me an IOU - good for one present of my choice when and where I find it.
Some years, it literally takes me months to figure out what I want, which makes the man utterly insane. There was the year that I decided the week before Christmas that I wanted a Cuisinart Griddler*, which I then bought for myself as a birthday present (This made Bubba crazy because then he had to give me another IOU for Christmas as there was nothing that I wanted/needed for that holiday...) One year, I didn't find anything 'til the following February.
Once, I actually sat on an IOU for over 18 months.**
So this year was no different in one respect: I got an IOU, and Bubba got an ulcer. Except this year I didn't make him wait 18 months before I redeemed it. Nope - thanks to an incredibly good email coupon from Borders last week - I got this year's birthday present. And it's a doozy.
I got the complete Homicide: Life on the Street DVD set.
All seven seasons.
ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY TWO glorious episodes of absolutely amazing television writing. So much TV that they had to package it in a freakin' filing cabinet! Thirty-five discs!
Totally impractical, and yet it's making me so happy.
(Remember when I went to Baltimore, and one of the highlights of the trip was my visit to Fell's Point???)
So, that's a lot of goodness right there, right?
You'd think a girl couldn't have a nicer week, right?
Wrong! It got even better!!!
I got a mystery package in the mail. Curious. I wasn't expecting anything...
Eagerly I tore into it - to find a lovely and thoughtful birthday package from Beki, of Artsy-Crafty Babe!
Inside was the most darling sunglasses case ever, made by the lovely and talented MsBeki herself; and a cross stitch kit from Subversive Cross Stitch...
What's that? You need a closer look at the cross stitch kit?
That's all you're getting right now - a picture of the packaging. I'm waiting until I am done with the actual kit before doing the "big reveal."
This shouldn't be too terribly long now - I am LOVING the cross stitching. I've not cross stitched anything since I was a little kid - probably still in single digits, agewise? I'm delighted to say that it came back quickly, and I am having an utter blast with this.
I will give you a closer look at the sunglasses case, though - because it's so amazingly cute. And it is the perfect size for my big old goofy sunglasses.
Thank you, Beki! Thank you so very much...
Not only for the fabulousity of the gift, but for understanding how freakish I am about my birthday. I swear I wouldn't have loved this nearly so much back in July...
*That was probably two years ago, and I still love this thing. And I still use it at least 2-3 times a week....
**In my own defense, I do see how this could potentially make him crazy. But I keep reminding him that when I take forever to decide what I want - when I finally do decide, it is something that I really, really love. See previous footnote...