I'll Be Home For Christmas

That's right boys and girls, Christmas is coming to my house! After much discussion, my wife won. Her family and mine are going to gather under the roof that I pay for and celebrate Christmas together. It should be an interesting day, as with that many people there are more than a few presents to open. Especially her parents, who seem to lose their minds in Company D (which is the employee only Disneyland store, they don't work there, but they visit so much that they've met people who will let them shop there). This gift over-giving is fine, they're the grandparents and they have earned the right to spoil them stupid, but it takes them almost 45 minutes to open everything. Although this year may not take as long, as T has been asking me everyday if it's time to open the presents yet. I think this is the main drawback to getting the shopping done early, there's temptation under that tree, and I don't know how long he'll hold out. I think next year, we'll find small tears in the wrapping paper. Hopefully just small tears, otherwise he'll be playing with his new stuff 4 weeks early.

And yes you read that last paragraph correctly all 3 of you who read this. I am almost done shopping. Why? Because I hate shopping. I don't like wandering through aisles looking for the 'perfect gift.' I like finding cool stuff that people will like and getting it. I hate returing things also, though I'm going to be returning at least 4 things. Two are because I had to buy extra stuff, which my wife told me to do, then she decided that we didn't actually need those things and now I have to take them back.

As a guy, I don't like returning things, it's like saying that I didn't know what I was doing the first time I came in here, so I need to try again. And hopefully, this time, I won't screw up and have to wait in this special line to give it back. I had to return 2 pairs of jeans yesterday at Target. I had to return them because even though I have only two pairs of pants, and neither of them have no holes in them, I wasn't allowed to purchase more than one pair because "Christmas is coming!" ...I know, exciting presents for me this year, huh?... So I'm standing in line with about 12 other people and only one of them is a dude. And he's exchanging a broken xbox game. Which to me says that I've become a chick. This is why I normally make my wife return stuff. (Also because usually she's the one that bought it.) Guys just don't feel right in a return line. It's in our DNA, or RNA I can't remember my bio right now. Or is it chemistry class... anyway, the moral is, I don't like returning stuff. Not at all.