Darr's birthday weekend

This weekend we celebrated Darr’s birthday by doing the one thing he detests more than anything on the planet, Christmas shopping. It’s not that Darr doesn’t like to shop, he does. It’s that he hates presents. He doesn’t like to give them. He doesn’t enjoy receiving them. It’s all a bunch of nonsense as far as he’s concerned. Knowing this, I set out to punish him for his bah humbug spirit by forcing him to spend the bulk of his birthday wading through knee-deep piles of exhausted Christmas shoppers at the mall. Six hours after we left the house we returned with bags and bags of presents for various family members and friends. All that and half a case of champagne. We definitely did our part to help the economy by being good consumers. Darr was quite the trooper and I’m happy to report that I have not been killed as a result of my actions (i.e., dragging my husband Christmas shopping). And as Darr was kind enough to declare excitement about a couple of items while we were roaming the aisles of various stores, I’m going to go back to the mall and do a little shopping for him. You know, to buy him presents that he doesn’t need or want and will have to fake appreciation for in order to avoid hurting my feelings. Merry Christmas.