October Birthdays
October is here! My favorite month. The mornings are so crisp and golden. I've already piled pumpkins and pots of mums on the porch. I love it. Now if the Allergra will just kick in..
My birthday is in October. Everything about the month was perfect until I married the Puter Ho. See, his birthday is in October too. Now before you go thinking this has to do with the perils of two Libras living together, which I can assure you would be a great idea for a situation comedy, let me explain.
This man is a great giver of gifts. He prides himself on bestowing presents that illicit tears. The perfect thing that you maybe never thought of, but now that it's here, you realize it's all you could ever want. He has stayed up all night watching for scalpers and in the end spending far too much to get a particular antique stereoscope on Ebay. He visited every retailer in the metroplex in search of the ideal leather jacket. I should be happy, right? NO!
You see the problem here is that his birthday comes first. If mine came first, I could always outdo him. If he spent too much, I would spend even more. In the rarity index, I would always top him with the most unique, extraordinary, and unusual of items. But I have to go first and most of his wishlist is available at CompUSA. I've learned to my sorrow not to go out on a limb. The beautiful Ralph Lauren cashmere sweater I bought him sits in the back of the closet, unworn except for once after a tearful display. Mine, not his.
I do the best I can. I am a faithful customer of ThinkGeek. I once scored high with a business card case made from a circuit board. At least I think that's what it was. Don't get me wrong, I try hard not to see it as a competition. I know it is because he loves me that he goes to so much trouble to surprise me.
I only hope he knows that just as much love and attention goes into the less than stellar gifts I give him.