What do I want this year? Here's my list for eight gifts, plus a gift on December 25th. That's Christmakkah, baby.
Of course I still want it. He may have even bought it for me. I couldn't resist, so I asked the girl at the store who she sold it to... she was completely evasive and when pressed further I asked her if it was a handsome man in his forties. "Um, yeah" was her reply so in order to narrow it down I inquired, "wildly handsome?", and her reply was "pretty much." And so that's it. I think Veto got me the stove. Or possibly there is one other woman in this city that may be luckier than I.
That Juicy Couture handbag that had me all messed up and confused, thus allowing Veto to purchase orange luggage at Nordstrom Rack. Feh.
How about some real silver charms for my serious bracelet? I've not had a blue box in a while. In 359 days, but who's counting?
The Wilton Cupcake Cab! Honestly, I don't know how I've been toting cupcakes all these years without it. Oh, wait. I haven't been. I eat them at home. I never share cupcakes. But if you buy me the cab, maybe I'll share with you.
And lastly: Is this art? The age-old question. For Christmas, maybe a piece or two of the Sid Dickens memory block collection. Oy! My father the artist would kvetch. Such schlock. But a piece or two, tiled into my bathroom renovation, that would be nice?