How to Get What you Want Every Christmas
It may take two to Tango, but it only takes one husband to end up with a Roomba*.
I should have known I’d find one of these under the tree. Husband has always made sure we had the latest, up-to-date technological advances in our house.
We’re wired for sound and cable and phones and dimmers -- and we’re just plain wired around here. (Except for the computer which is wireless ergo I wake up in the middle of the night worrying about my supply of AA batteries.)
Bundles and bundles of cables have been snaked down walls and pulled up into the attic, then down into the basement, attached to splitters and then pushed up into new walls and hooked by dismantled clothes hangers and yanked in through tiny holes.
“It’s this one, pull on this one. No not that one, this one, see it wiggle? Can you reach it? Use that hook. Do you have it. Damn, you lost it. Try again.” (I have always been an unpaid assistant in these wiring jobs…)
Anyhow, back to the Roomba, I can hear the wheels of his mind grinding…
A robot that vacuums the floor?
Heck, we gotta get one I’m pretty sure she won’t buy it, so I’ll buy it for her. She’ll love it. A real robot doing housework.
Terrific idea…I can’t wait to play with it. Let’s see: I have to set up virtual walls so it won’t go haywire. I have to set up the remote and find a nice safe place for its docking station. I will amaze and mystify friends when I grab the remote and out comes the little guy brandishing his vibrating whip and sturdy rollers, hungry for all particulate matter found on the floors.
Lucky for husband, the Roomba was not the only item I got for Christmas…jammies and jewelry - Islam for Idiots (a whole other story) candy and cashmere socks, lingerie and Rod Stewart’s American song book series. A comprehensive Johnny Cash CD and numerous lovely trinkets and treats.
I do not put the Roomba in the category of trinkets or treats.
But it does fit in our holiday ritual where every year I buy him something I really want and he does the same for me.
Last year, because I love fresh-squeezed tangerine juice poured over cracked ice, he got an electric juicer and an ice crusher for Christmas!
Because he wanted a jukebox CD player, I got one of those.
Because I love fresh ground coffee beans, he got a coffee-bean grinder and because he loves Classical music and I wanted to expand our Doo Wop collection, I gave him 5 Doo Wop CDs and he gave me 5 Classical music CDs.
It’s hard to be disappointed Christmas morning when you give your beloved exactly what you wanted!
* I just heard the Roomba shut off. While I was writing this journal entry, Roomba was cleaning my kitchen floor. Thanks Roomba!
It may take two to Tango, but it only takes one husband to end up with a Roomba*.
I should have known I’d find one of these under the tree. Husband has always made sure we had the latest, up-to-date technological advances in our house.
We’re wired for sound and cable and phones and dimmers -- and we’re just plain wired around here. (Except for the computer which is wireless ergo I wake up in the middle of the night worrying about my supply of AA batteries.)
Bundles and bundles of cables have been snaked down walls and pulled up into the attic, then down into the basement, attached to splitters and then pushed up into new walls and hooked by dismantled clothes hangers and yanked in through tiny holes.
“It’s this one, pull on this one. No not that one, this one, see it wiggle? Can you reach it? Use that hook. Do you have it. Damn, you lost it. Try again.” (I have always been an unpaid assistant in these wiring jobs…)
Anyhow, back to the Roomba, I can hear the wheels of his mind grinding…
A robot that vacuums the floor?
Heck, we gotta get one I’m pretty sure she won’t buy it, so I’ll buy it for her. She’ll love it. A real robot doing housework.
Terrific idea…I can’t wait to play with it. Let’s see: I have to set up virtual walls so it won’t go haywire. I have to set up the remote and find a nice safe place for its docking station. I will amaze and mystify friends when I grab the remote and out comes the little guy brandishing his vibrating whip and sturdy rollers, hungry for all particulate matter found on the floors.
Lucky for husband, the Roomba was not the only item I got for Christmas…jammies and jewelry - Islam for Idiots (a whole other story) candy and cashmere socks, lingerie and Rod Stewart’s American song book series. A comprehensive Johnny Cash CD and numerous lovely trinkets and treats.
I do not put the Roomba in the category of trinkets or treats.
But it does fit in our holiday ritual where every year I buy him something I really want and he does the same for me.
Last year, because I love fresh-squeezed tangerine juice poured over cracked ice, he got an electric juicer and an ice crusher for Christmas!
Because he wanted a jukebox CD player, I got one of those.
Because I love fresh ground coffee beans, he got a coffee-bean grinder and because he loves Classical music and I wanted to expand our Doo Wop collection, I gave him 5 Doo Wop CDs and he gave me 5 Classical music CDs.
It’s hard to be disappointed Christmas morning when you give your beloved exactly what you wanted!
* I just heard the Roomba shut off. While I was writing this journal entry, Roomba was cleaning my kitchen floor. Thanks Roomba!
posted by mary bishop | 11:00 AM
5 Comments:
Perfect way to do it! It always the perfect gift!
Lawbrat, it never disappoints you except when you pick up a box and say: hmmmmm that could contain a heavy gold bracelet and it turns out to be a new garlic press!
I always wondered if those things worked.
Love your gift giving strategy. I did that too with a box of Sees candy. I said "Hun, look what I bought you", as I was opening it.
Wow. That is one helluva great idea. Now...all i gotta do is find me one of them significant others.
Happy New Year!
LOL, that's what I always do with my mother! :D
By the way, a little New Year's surprise at my blog! Stop by and enjoy! : D
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