I Am Pathetic, Really

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When it comes to giving birthday presents. I suck. Majorly.

If I actually find something I KNOW the person will love, instead of waiting to give it to the person on the appointed day, like a mature adult, I get incredibly excited and want to give it to them RIGHT THEN. Or, at the very least, tell them, RIGHT AWAY. (I happen to blame this on my sisters, who, when I was young, would abuse/berate/guilt-trip me into telling them what I was giving them. Haven' t been able to get over it.)

VDOPrincess happens to be the Queen of Giving Perfect Gifts. Like. Everytime. She finds something that you wanted, but didn't even KNOW you wanted. Something that screams YOU, but is new and origonal. Something that LOOKS expensive, but not enough to make you feel bad for having that much money spent on you.

So. Her birthday is in three days. I actually found her the PERFECT gift awhile back, but forgot about her birthday. So, I had to re-find her the perfect gift. Now that I have re-found it and am excited ALL OVER AGAIN, she won't let me tell her what it is.


2 Responses to “I Am Pathetic, Really”

  1. Blogger joy 

    That's because she already feels guilty for seeing what I gave her.

  2. Blogger arabica 

    I tried and tried to post this picture. I haven't figured out of of blogger, so here is a link to something I thought you'd enjoy:

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.

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