I forgot: Christmas pressies! Since we were on a simple-presents-only agreement, neither of us was going to do (or could do) the type of present that we normally do. Phil was especially creative this year: one of the things from back home that I’ve been craving was Bisquick (don’t ask me why, probably just because I can’t get it and so I crave American-style pancakes and biscuits and hamburger pie). A friend’s mother was visiting the US, and he had her bring back Bisquick for me.

The second gift was *very* romantic. He’d hidden it in the front room and I was forbidden to peek until Christmas morning. It was…wait for it…a wheelbarrow. lol….I only have a skip for mucking out, and so it is quite a chore. Hence the barrow, which was very thoughtful but which he will NEVER, EVER live down as long as we both live. :) You’re forgiven, babe…mainly because of the romantic gifts that you normally give.

5 thoughts on “PS”

  1. catwithclaws

    hehe. I love it! I picked up what I have dubbed the ‘Christmas Shovel’, as I need it at the barn to help dig drainage ditches. Someone left it by the trash bin. Still in good shape, just lacking some varnish on the handle.

    yay for barn supplies!

    yes, silly but true. I’d be ecstatic over a wheelbarrow if I had my own place (the barn here has 15+ muck carts, so no need)

  2. catwithclaws

    I still have this in my head:

    “Phil! you bought her a POOP CART!”

    yeah, he’s never living that down.

  3. Hahahahaha…he admitted it at the time. He knows the Christmas of the Poop Cart will live forever. :)

  4. I prefer to think of it as a ‘state-of-the-art method of luxury transportation for equine by-products’.

    That’s my story and I’m sticking to it!

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