T-minus 5 days
Ok. After much tearing of hair and gnashing of teeth (not to mention kicking of babies and old ladies), I got Pineapple's presents.
1.) Got the stupid Family Guy Volume 1 for PSP out of the way. You wouldn't believe the pain in the keister this one was. If I would've known just how many black t-shirted, skateboarding, spiky haired, painted fingernailed, baggy jeans-wearing fools there were in the world, I'd never get out of bed. Ever. I HATE WAL-MART, IT'S WORSE THAN MORDOR.
2.) This he's going to love: Tandem Skydiving. I'm not going to do it with him because me and falling don't go together, but I will be on the ground squinting up at my husband and praying he only gets out of this with a broken foot or something.
Dear God of Whatever,
Don't kill my husband. And don't let him land on anything sharp. Take a limb for your blood sacrifice, if you must, but let him walk/limp away from this relatively unharmed. I swear I won't cuss for 3 whole days if you do me this one favor.
Your child,
Sandra
3.) I went ahead and got him the Motherf'in Treo 680. You'd think this would've been the obvious choice, but I'll tell you what sealed the deal: watching him pick up mine and playing with it for four hours.
Four.
Hours.
Yeah. He's finding one in his stocking.
Now, I just have 15 other people to shop for and I'm cool. *weeps*
SANTA, THANKS FOR DOING THIS TO ME. I'M COMING FOR YOU, YOU FIGGY PUDDING FUCK.
1.) Got the stupid Family Guy Volume 1 for PSP out of the way. You wouldn't believe the pain in the keister this one was. If I would've known just how many black t-shirted, skateboarding, spiky haired, painted fingernailed, baggy jeans-wearing fools there were in the world, I'd never get out of bed. Ever. I HATE WAL-MART, IT'S WORSE THAN MORDOR.
2.) This he's going to love: Tandem Skydiving. I'm not going to do it with him because me and falling don't go together, but I will be on the ground squinting up at my husband and praying he only gets out of this with a broken foot or something.
Dear God of Whatever,
Don't kill my husband. And don't let him land on anything sharp. Take a limb for your blood sacrifice, if you must, but let him walk/limp away from this relatively unharmed. I swear I won't cuss for 3 whole days if you do me this one favor.
Your child,
Sandra
3.) I went ahead and got him the Motherf'in Treo 680. You'd think this would've been the obvious choice, but I'll tell you what sealed the deal: watching him pick up mine and playing with it for four hours.
Four.
Hours.
Yeah. He's finding one in his stocking.
Now, I just have 15 other people to shop for and I'm cool. *weeps*
SANTA, THANKS FOR DOING THIS TO ME. I'M COMING FOR YOU, YOU FIGGY PUDDING FUCK.