I don't talk a lot of Eric on my blog. It feels weird. Like bragging, because if you knew all the things I know about Eric, you'd probably throw a block of cheese at your significant other just for NOT being Eric. You'd also probably hate me a little more, because jealousy so rarely turns into love.
Eric deserves some attention for this one though. Tell your significant other I said I'm sorry.
So my Christmas List went up on my blog, and I knew I shouldn't have done it, even WHILE doing it, because I was afraid it would come across like I was asking for someone else to buy me those things. Is there anything grosser than that? I get hives just thinking about it. I posted the list because that was what was on my mind, and it allowed a vehicle to post The Christmas Shoes video once again this year. Becca of Becca Is Waiting For The Weekend and Rachel of Mrs. Mouthy both got that I wasn't being gross, but still offered to make my Christmas decorating dreams come true.
I, for real, love you guys. But no. Because, like I said, hives.
Eric, however, read the post and decided to take matters in his own hands. He took duplicates of CDs we own (we kept the duplicates. You know, in case after 6 years of marriage, one of us felt like we were trapped in the marriage because WHO WOULD GET BECK "MELLOW GOLD"????) and tried selling them to the local record exchange shop for cash.
And he was offered $3.80 for the stack. So not quite enough to buy even a poop-scented candle, let alone a Christmas one.
But he told me the story of trying to be sneaky about it, and how he wanted to surprise me, and how sad he was about it not working out, and I gotta say it, you guys. I know you'll hate me for it, but I gotta say it:
Who needs Christmas decorations when you've got a husband like mine? The Christmas Spirit? It's alive and well in our house, and I wouldn't change what we've got for 100 wreaths.*
*If you're thinking about writing a country Christmas song about this, I promise, I will sue.