Thursday, February 05, 2009


Next week is Wifey's birthday. Here's last a photo of last years birthday celebration.

Wifey, Dawn, Grace and Zoe the Pom who'd love five minutes alone with the cake.

Yesterday's birthday planning conversation:

Wifey: You're not getting me anything for my birthday, are you?

She always does this. Christmas. Birthday. Anniversary. Valentine's Day. You name, Wifey will say she doesn't want anything. That's why I never ask what she wants for any of those occasions. I already know the answer to my question. Why ask, I ask myself?

Me: With less than a week before your next birthday you're asking a question like that?

Wifey: Well, I just wondered.

Me: It's a done deal. I've shopped, bought and wrapped your birthday gifts.

Wifey: Oh.

You see, I'm not one of those guys who wait for the last moment to shop then run around the mall like a chicken with its head cut off looking for that all elusive, perfect gift. I think ahead. From one birthday to the next I listen to what Wifey thinks she needs or wants or desires. I'm good about remembering.

I'm also not a guy to say, "Okay Wifey, what do you want for your birthday?" That just ruins it. I hate being asked what I want for Christmas or for a birthday. There's no fun in being asked what you want or told what gifts you might buy.

If I did ask her what she'd like for her birthday I do know one thing Wifey will never say she'd like to have:

"That would be in the butt, Bob."

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La Roo said...

How did you become so savy? I bet you also would not like the Bob Eubanks special for your birthday.
Happy Birthday to your lovely wife!!

Jes said...

Hahahaha!!! Love the ending!!!

How refreshing that you actually pay attention and remember!! You should teach a class!

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