Secret Santas

My office  is doing Secret Santa this coming week and a) I don’t really know my office peeps that well and b) I’ve only done Secret Santas once before, and it was 11 years ago.

There were name tags that we also wrote gift ideas and I had no fucking idea what to write because I don’t know what I want. Husband says I only know what I don’t  like. He’s got that right.

Anyhoo, my giftee listed snacks as a suggestion (they’ve obviously done this plenty of times) but I specifically said no foodstuffs even though I may have been Miss Foodstuffs Australia back in high school, #loveeating. 

My xmas list consists of books I’ve refrained from buying during the latter half of this year, socks, loose leaf tea and maybe a music album or two. I don’t need stuff, and I don’t want much – just good kids like my mum used to say, which was the lamest request ever because it was impossible to get! But now I know she was onto something. The best memories are watching the kids, not actually getting stuff.

So, I couldn’t very well put something rad on my Secret Santa list and if not snacks, then what? A tea bag every day and a box to put them in? Actually, that would be perfect, something I’d actually use.

I’m having tea today at a snack shop so that should have my giftee taken care of, too.

T’is the snacking season, peoples!

It’s That Time Again

Guys, I need to update the blog because it’s been a while – work, go figure! – and because we’re probably getting our tree today, and I might not live to tell the tale.

If you’ve been reading my shit for a while, then you’re probably familiar with my history of choosing xmas trees but let me recap in the words of Sir Mix–ALot: “I like ’em round, and big…I want ’em real thick and…” you get the idea.

The other day Husband and I were talking about getting the tree; we also drive past the tree farm on the way to school, so it’s been on our mind. The things that immediately spring to mind for me are the time Husband left the tree on the front step overnight because he was too pissed off to bring the mofo inside, and also the time someone copped an apple to the face. Oh, and then there’s last year, when my appropriately-sized tree turned out to be at least 5feet across. Anyhoo, Husband is all “not another big one this year, okay?” and I’m all “that’s BS, no way” and then he’s all “okay well, I have been working out, so” and I’m all *fist pumps*.

Husband is currently sleeping off a good time out last night, so I need to butter him up because he’s kinda dusty right now, except…

…stay tuned.