So there is really only one thing that I want this year for Christmas (and for my stupid too-close-to Christmas Birthday)...I just want gift certificates for a spalon near me. (No, that is not a typo. Its not just a spa and not just a salon...it is a spalon!)
If I don't get enough gift certificates, I will cash them in for a massage...if I get enough, I think I will order from the "FDA-Approved, Doctor Administered Treatment" menu. <wink>
Don't judge me! I've had a lot of shitty shit happen to me in the last couple-a years and its starting to catch up to me...on my face. Specifically my eyes. All of a sudden and without any warning, when I smile, there are these lines that go all the way to my navel! Last week, I went to the eye doctor and they had the gall to tell me that I need bifocals! (I promptly told Doctor know-it-all to go fuck herself, thankyouverymuch!)
Anyway...where was I going with this.....
Oh yeah...THE HUSBAND is a gift card hypocrite! He HATES to give them as gifts, but enjoys getting them! When I ask for one, he gets all kinds of pissy with me. This year he is making me come up with a Christmas list.
Don't ask me to do something that you know I don't want to do. It almost always comes out like this: