reposting an early post about thanksgiving and gifts
This Thanksgiving and every other, I’m grateful for my husband, who makes me laugh every day.
Three months after I met my husband, he gave me a diamond necklace. When Tom wants something, he wants it bad, and at that particular moment in time, he wanted me. I’m not telling you this to brag. I’m telling you this at the outset to give you some background, and also because Tom demanded that I write something to mitigate the implication that runs throughout the remainder of this post, which is 1) that he is cheap, and 2) that he has terrible taste. Neither of these is true, but you’d never know it from some of the gifts he’s gotten me over the years.
Guys, I humbly suggest that you at least skim the rest of this post before you hit the mall for your lady’s gift this holiday season. Ladies…
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yoonanimous 
Haha, hilarious! Worst Christmas gift was from my parents. Three cans of Campbell’s tomato soup. And nothing else. My tomato soup would have paired well with your gravy boat. Lol
Oh my gosh, I think the scale even beats the rolling pin and laundry basket I got for college graduation…in his defense he did top it off with a Donovan album for a little romance! This was in the day of no stores open on Sunday except Payless, so you can understand the lack of choices in gifts…(and, of course, shopping on the day of the ceremony!) luckily he’s greatly improved in the last 44 years, but there still remains a little angst at present time, and LOTS of laughs about this!
deb, nothing says romance like donovan. so dreamy. i’m encouraged to hear the gifts only improve with time…
P.S. What was Tom’s reasoning behind the gravy boat? That is downright impressive!
his reasoning was that i’d expressed a need for one. which is why I am now very careful about what I say around the holidays
Too funny!
Hi Yoona. I’ve been stalking your blog for some time. I don’t remember how I stumbled upon it, but I was sure to subscribe right away! I’m single over here, so I don’t have the pleasure of receiving hilarious/awkward/upsetting gifts from a male partner. However, I will never forget the day my dad bought my mom a scale for Valentine’s Day. Oh, not a food scale. A scale scale, like for your bathroom, to weigh yourself on. She mentioned to him at some point that they needed one (meaning, “Let’s pick one up on our next trip to Target.”) but he decided to instead gift it to her on the most romantic holiday of the year. They have since divorced (not solely due to the scale episode) and happily, they are still great friends, however I will never stop hearing of the day my mom got a scale for Valentine’s Day.
a scale. I think we may have a winner. I know what I’d do with a scale if Tom got me one as a gift. I’d put it through his car window.
thanks for stalking the blog my dear!
So sorry about my delayed response here. Apparently I had declined to receive email notifications when replies to my comments are made! Isn’t that ridiculous? A scale. I will never let my dad hear the end of that one.
Your blog is the best! Your ski one made me laugh so hard I cried.