My MIL sucks at buying gifts. Point-in-fact: for our anniversary, which is two months away yet, she bought us a fountian (this is the second fountain she has bought us). The first one, given last christmas, was a zen inspired thing featuring all the neccesary elements in plastic/resin glory. This most recent fountain gift is one of those psycho dolphins on acid swimming in the sea o' life towards paradise and the future. Sigh. I don't even know where to fake putting it when she comes to visit.
Mr. Lula pulled on of these yesterday: Honey! I bought you something! Look, a reese peanute butter cup, because I know they are your favorite! I got it just for you! What? No, there's nothing else in the bag. OK! There are 7 other candy bars in there that I bought for me...but I bought that reeses for you! Let's go to bed. Why are you heading towards the kitchen?
The weather is sucking my will to live. 100% humidity is not to be tolerated without a/c (that's not short for Anderson Cooper, either). I did finally get Mr. Lula to agree to turn on the a/c once the house hit 80 degrees. Ugh, there's just no cooling off with 100% humidity.