Xmas rules for the wife

[Anonymous Poster]

No Problem, mine collects Angels. Just get her another angel for Christmas every year. 2 years back, I cut out the drywall in the dining room to install glass shelves for her "all year" angels. Last week, she announced we are out of room for angels. Well this year's angel is 4 feet tall, with fiber optical illumination to the wings and halo. I'll be moving to the camper soon, so it may take a while to get my computer out there.
I'll get back in the house around the end of March, after all, her birthday is in April, and I'm sure she needs more of her birthstones.

 

[Harv]

<font color=blue>first chrismas of my marriage</font color=blue> ... <font color=blue>thought I would help her with a new vacumn cleaner</font color=blue>

Oh boy, Jim. You just dredged up a memory I thought I had buried for good. /w3tcompact/icons/crazy.gif

I was in my early twenties -- first wife, first house, first Christmas, first everything! From the day we moved into that house, all I heard from wifie was, "when can we get a garbage disposal?" Not a day went by for six months that I didn't hear the question. This was our first mortgage and we didn't really have enough extra cash for such luxuries, and I kept telling her so. She practically cried every time. /w3tcompact/icons/tongue.gif

Then, just before our first Christmas, I got my first Christmas bonus from work, so without a doubt in my mind, I ran out and bought the best darned garbage disposal money could buy. More horsepower than my tractor and quiet as a whisper. Wrapped it all nice, with a big, pretty bow on top and stuck it under the tree. For days she tried to guess what it was, and I just smiled omnipotently, savoring the moment when the great unveiling was to take place.

Don't have to tell you how it turned out. I made sure it was the last present she opened on Christmas morning, and yup -- she cried. It took me several moments to realize they were not tears of joy, and weeks more to figure out where the hell I went wrong. /w3tcompact/icons/frown.gif

Now, some 27 years later -- new house, new wife, new everything ... I still don't have a clue. /w3tcompact/icons/crazy.gif

 

[MarkV]

Yep Harv, been there, done that, differnt item, same result./w3tcompact/icons/smile.gif

Happy Holiday's Ya'll,

MarkV

 

[mikim]

I just printed out this thread for the wife to read at home - she'll get a charge from it - she's the kind that would be happy with a 6 pack of chainsaw oil for her birthday - she owned 2 when I met her.
mike

 

[PaulinSD]

You picked a good one, Mike.


Paul

 

[HMD]

OK guys... let me let you in on a little secret... this is from the receiving end. The best gift my husband ever got me was an Australian Shepard (the gift that keeps on giving...). But my second favorite gift was not really a gift (as in lots of dollars) at all. It was a card with a letter inside in which my husband let me know how much I was appreciated (in a nutshell). Just try it one Christmas (or anniversary...) and you will be amazed at the reaction. That's why the jewelry/flowers, "useless stuff" seem important to some females... it means they are important enough to get something non practical. While the letter was a whole lot less expensive, it meant a whole lot more.
Marie

 

[TerryinMD]

Oh-oh.... a lurker of another sort! /w3tcompact/icons/wink.gif/w3tcompact/icons/laugh.gif/w3tcompact/icons/smile.gif

Marie,

Thank you for the tip. /w3tcompact/icons/smile.gif

Terry

 

[mikim]

you betcha --- actually she picked me up -- I was broke down with a broken radiator hose in front of her office and she loaned me a screwdriver - I still carry it today in my new truck - on orders from her /w3tcompact/icons/smile.gif she doesn't want me getting anymore loaned screwdrivers/w3tcompact/icons/laugh.gif I've used it in place of a card in flower arrangements I send to her office. Gives her a chance to tell the story - and as testified here - flowers work!

mike

 

[jhburke]

I think the most appreciated gift I have given my wife who is a diehard CUB fan. One Chrismas I gave her an offical Cub team jacket. She was in a housecoat when she opened it. She dropped the robe and put the jacket on was prancing around the front room. Only problem was that she was in front of the bay window. I told her thank goodness we lived at the end of a dead end street. JIM