Each and every day I have a complaint about the man I have loved for 42 years. He drives me crazy.
Today is about Christmas gifts. Any gifts really. For instance, he ask for his Christmas to be the new George W book. I got it for him. Guess what he had under the tree for me? The new George W book.
He also got me flannel pajamas. Every five years or so, he gets me flannel pajamas. I hate flannel. I tell him, yes I am a grandmother, but I am not your grandmother, and I hate flannel I tell him flannel is not a good gift for me and probably most wives, and he forgets all over again, every five years or so.
He did ok though for the rest of this Christmas with a cozy plush fleece robe and a brain teaser book. The glass is half full, each and every day.
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