Merry Christmas! Lest you think by the title that I'm all full of complaints...I'm not. Christmas was lovely. I got wonderful gifts, my children seemed happy and we were so exhausted by the end of the day that we fell into bed and slept long and well.
But I do have a complaint. Or two. Or three.
First, what I got Wendell vs. what Wendell got me. We each got each other 4 gifts: two that were requested and two surprises. We didn't plan this, by the way, it's just the way it happened.
Wendell got me a bike helmet. I got Wendell a pair of jeans. (Jeans side story: we were in Costco doing other stuff completely when Wendell spotted jeans he liked. "I'll get them," I said, "as long as you don't wear them until Christmas." I picked out none of my own gifts.)
Wendell got me a frying pan set with 3 pans. I got Wendell a wallet. He's fussy about his wallets, so I took him shopping with me and he picked it.
Wendell got me an ipod radio. I got Wendell a multi-card reader for the computer. This would have been a great gift, but unfortunately, just days before Christmas, Wendell bought himself a multi-card reader. It was better, faster and cheaper than mine. I'm trying to remember if I found out about it on Sat. or Sun., but it was too late for me to return it and get something else.
Wendell got me a digital camera. I got Wendell a beef stick. And so did his parents. Now we have two giant $15 beef sticks sitting around our house. Yea.
Can you see how lopsided this was? It was awful.