Gifts.

Okay, just to start off. I realize that Christmas is not about the gifts. Or the money spent. Or about who got what. I get it. This post is really just to chat a little about boys and their gift-giving habits. So, yeah. There's that. And don't get offended when I show off my goods. I am humble...most of the time. I just like to give credit where credit is due.

Now, we (girls, which I'm assuming is pretty much all who reads this blog) all know that the opposite sex has a tendency to, how shall we say, totally blow it in the gift-giving department. It's not their fault. Their worlds revolve around patting bums (weird? so weird.), bad calls and who is currently winning Fantasy whatever-the-current-sport. The good ones do reserve a small portion of the brain to concentrate on how to make their lady happy. YOU boys, we appreciate you, for the record. Anyways, even though they acknowledge the fact that us girls like to be pampered and swooned over and given zomg great gifts, they are clue.less. as to what it is in the female universe that could possibly make us happy.

To me? Not so hard. I like massages and table settings and designer shoes and having my nails done and wearing cute dresses. This? Is Greek so the male population. So, they resort to gift cards and kitchen equipment. Which is all well and good and the (not spoiled) girls usually appreciate these gifts because we know they kind of tried.

But it's always a refreshing surprise and a BIG win for the guys when they get the perfect gift. Ohhhhh, the all-ellusive perfect gift. WTF IS ITTTTTTT?!?!?

Well, boys, there's no easy answer. We all have a different definition of the perfect gift. And really, it pretty much changes every two weeks or so, so you are up the creek. Sorry. Really. But hey, God didn't make things easy for anyone, so accept your fate.

You ready for the great part?

My boy got me the greatest gifts ever for Christmas.

Ahhh!!! Oohhh!!!! Grrr!!! I hear you, no worries. Yes, be jealous. He did. Granted, I steered him in the right direction. Okay, I pretty much Google mapped it for him, but he came through with flying colors.

I'm so proud.

See here's the thing, guys. We don't expect you to know our perfect gift. We expect you to listen to our not-so-subtle hints about our perfect gift. Yes, this is scary. Yes, it requires putting down the Playstation controller. Yes, it requires researching what the heck the color "camel" is. But hey, the perfect gift reaps great rewards for the both of you.

So don't say I didn't give you anything. You just got the best advice anyone will ever give. Merry late Christmas. And Happy New Perfect Gift Year!

Hobo Wallet!

Buckle Jeans!

Camera! Like my self-portrait? 

It's hard to take a picture of the camera with which you're taking pictures.