Do you hear that?
That’s because I finally stopped racking my brain.
Why? You ask.
Because I am D-O-N-E.
Say it with me now.
Done. Done. Done.
Stick a fork in me. Or something.
That’s right, all of my Christmas gifts are purchased, so if I didn’t buy for you already, you’re not getting anything. So sorry.
On Sunday, Team Lou and Lou’s Sister joined forces, armed themselves with cell phones and laptops, and made online purchases for the following: Dad (wine decanter and wine book); Mom (sweater); Grandma (flowers for her birthday, which is Wednesday); Mom’s fiancé (two books); and Mom’s fiancé’s daughter (something off of her wedding registry). I know, I ruined the surprise for all ya’ll, but they don’t read the blog.
In one cross-country (Chicago to Hoboken) hour and a half long phone call we took care of everyone. Except for the people who read this blog. Sarah was pretty easy, but again, I was completely stuck on what to buy MM. Plus, and let’s be frank here, he and I haven’t been together that long. I struggle with the appropriate amount of money to spend more than anything, even though that’s a moot point when you have NO IDEA WHAT TO BUY SOMEONE.
I almost convinced myself that a lame-o sweater was the way to go. I spent my lunch hour wandering through Nordstrom’s, completely uninspired. Then, on a whim, I walked into another store, and as I continued meandering while desperately grasping at gift ideas (anything!), it hit me.
Sure it’s possible that I fabricated the conversation I think I had with him a few months ago when I believe he said that this particular item is something he might want. I figured he could use it regardless. Or take it back. Whatever he’ll probably think it’s crazy or stupid or inappropriate or all three and some other adjectives.
But, hey. I’m D-O-N-E. And that’s good enough for me.