There has been much discussion about Christmas gifts around our house lately. Specifically, the fact that my husband WILL NOT TELL ME WHAT HE WANTS and I want lots of things that I cannot tell him how to find. We've considered getting a family gift to each other -- a YMCA membership, or maybe bicycles -- but can't decide.
We do this every year. It is a Christmas tradition.
Tonight he shared the following quote with me from the most recent New Yorker (11 Dec 2006). Keep in mind that Ron does not read aloud to me often. I do it to him all of the time. ("Oh this is so funny, honey, listen!" at which point he grunts and feigns attention.) When he offers something up, however, I actually tune in.
"Let's start with your mother. Like all mothers, she is a challenge to shop for, and not just because she doesn't want anything. Mothers want everything, but they don't trust you to pick it out. Fathers, on the other hand, want nothing. Children have everything and want more of it." ~Santa Secrets, by Patricia Marx
Truer words have never been written. I am definitely in the category of mother, and in order to make it easier for him (and any wealthy financiers who happen to read this website) (what? none? damn.) I have added a Wist list over there in the left sidebar. The rolling slideshow with pretty things in it. No, not my Flickr account full of self-portraits -- the other one.
Elaine tipped me off to the Wists site, where you can add items from any website to a wishlist and post it online (or send the link to your gaggle of admirers, if you don't have a website). (And why don't you have a website? All the cool kids are doing it.)
It is crazy easy to set-up and use. Just click and add. Go get your own. Help out your family members who might otherwise get you something in awful taste.
Oh, wait. It's the thought that matters?
Riiiiiight. I see you looking for that gift receipt.