‘Cuz Bailey is mad.
Bebo told me there was only one thing she wanted for Christmas – the new Harry Potter movie. I’ve spent a month or so trying to figure out how I was going to come up with the money to buy it. Friday night my boss called and wanted to know if I’d work an entire shift on Saturday (instead of my half day) and I said yes. $25 dollars. Just what I needed to buy her gift. I worked the entire day and came home one tired puppy. Bebo wanted me to call her, so I did. We talked and then she quietly said “I bought myself something today.”
“What?” I replied.
Hesitation. “The new Harry Potter movie”.
It was so quiet on my side that you could hear a cat’s whisker hit the floor. “Why?” I said through gritted teeth.
“I thought it would be the only way I’d get it”.
Wrong!!!!!!!! “I was going to buy that for you. Now what am I going to do?”
Silence on her side. “Well you’ve done that before. Buy something you wanted before Christmas.”
Not a good enough answer. You see, I always give people plenty of options for my gift, so if I happen to buy one of them, at least there would be other things they could get me. And I never did it this close to Christmas. She only wanted one thing. ONE THING! So just as the song goes “Bebo ain’t gettin’ nutin’ for Christmas.”
The Cowboys lost. That’s all I’m going to say on the matter.
Heard tonight that Dan Fogelberg has died of prostate cancer. He was 56. For those of you who have no idea who I’m talking about – as you listen to your radio play Christmas music and you hear the song “Same Old Lang Syne” (in which a man reminisces after meeting an old girlfriend by chance during the holidays) – that’s Dan Fogelberg. He also sang “Leader of the Band”.
I hope everyone has a great Monday. And remember, if it’s a week before Christmas, don’t buy anything for yourself.
Cats 3, Tree 0
35 comments:
I promise I will not buy anything for myself this coming week. Because I steal alarm clocks.
I hate when that happens. Its why I tend to buy myself stuff not on the gift list. :)
Marty, I've been meaning to talk to you about that ...
Atta girl Lis. You're on the nice list.
Argh! How frustrating!
Yeah, and at that point I felt like a character in O Henry's The Gift of the Magi, whereupon Bebo said she'd never heard of the story. Sheesh.
Ah, hugs Bailey! But I don't get presents for Christmas, not even from my parents, (just a stocking from Santa hubby) so I'm allowed to buy myself whatever I want.
Bebo's never heard of The gift of the Magi? WOW!
And BAD Bebo! But, I am sure Bailey will forgive you soon. *g*
Hubs and I don't share too many gifts, but the kids make out like bandits.
And the only thing I buy for myself are books. *g*
I hope you have a wonderful monday.
That is a bummer about the gift. It happens to me quite a bit with my son, except that other kids buy him the things we have ordered from Amazon and have in boxes for the big day, only to find half of it given to him during his party.
Doh.
Leader of the Band. That song is so beautiful. Dan will be missed.
I don't have much to say about the game either. Except what the...?
LOL on Cats' VS Tree
*ahem* The PATS are undefeated.
;-)
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Bebo MUST have something else she'd like.
And Marty Can't steal the alarm clocks if I get to them first!
Of course, there seems to be always more than one being buried...maybe there's enough for everyone?
Naw.
MINE!
I was just talking about the Gift of the Magi but couldn't remember the title.
An EIGHT Year old knew it though... not my boys, are you kidding? It was a little girl.
Of course.
:-)
And who was the author?
O Henry?
No...can't be, that's a yummy candy bar... did someone mention chocolate?
Hmm, maybe there's some under the tree.....
Bebo Bebo Bebo! What were you thinking???
But it wasn't Harry's fault Bailey!!
Go buy her a pair of knickers instead. A woman can never have too many knickers :)
Yes... bad bebo... baaaad bebo. I guess I'll spend time with my nose in the corner for this one.
And HOW DID I KNOW her boss would call AT THE LAST MINUTE and offer her an extra shift???!!!! SHEESH give me a break!
I give lots of gifts to grandkids, and Bailey of course. But I don't get them in return too often. So THERE!
How was I to know???
Melissa, that's different. You don't expect anyone to buy you anything. But when that someone tells you that there is ONE specific thing they want for Christmas ...
Brandy - nope, never heard of it. She's so uncultured. *gg*
See Scott, you know what I mean.
Yeah, will miss Dan.
The game? Well, Romo did hurt his thumb ...
C.C., yeah - Cats 3, tree 0.
The Pats? Who are they?
Yeah, I made her make out a list when she got here yesterday.
You and Marty will have to battle it out over the alarm clocks. I'm staying out of it.
See, an 8 year old knew what The Gift of the Magi was. And you even knew about it - just couldn't remember the name. Bebo on the other hand ...
No chocolate under the tree, I ate it.
No FBA, Its not Harry's fault, I just don't want to hear the name.
Yeah, knickers is what she deserves. Old lady ones.
Sis? Nose in the cormer.
And what do you mean you don't get them - didn't I buy you a Christmas present last year?
Naughty Bebo! You should know better than to say you want a certain thing this close to Christmas then go buy it.
Bailey, maybe you should get a fruitcake for her. ;)
Fruitcake and granny knickers, yeah, that will do it.
Fruitcake... as long as it's soaked in alcohol I'm okay w/ that. Granny knickers? Sheesh... I know I just turned 50 but I ain't that old!
And yes, Bailey, you do generally give me presents. I just thought that this year, circumstances being what they are.... Well, obviously I was WRONG!
Please accept my abject apology (she says quietly while bowing obsequiously).
And you could always add a "pocket mouse" to my list... :p
So I'm baking. I'm making turtles. I put the last of the squares of chocolate from a box into the double boiler. I'm trying to find semi-intact walnuts from the packages that have been in the freezer since last year. I start unwrapping caramels (about 1/2) when I smell the chocolate. Lift the lid on the double boiler and OH NO! I'd burnt the chocolate. Okay, calm down, I splurged last week and bought another box, just have to get it out of the sack. OH NO! It's unsweetened, not semi-sweet! What am I going to do with 1/2 dozen unwrapped caramels? And I only got 15 turtles. Oh well, I guess that's all they're getting at work on Saturday.
Keep apologizing. I know that somehow this is all your fault too.
My husband is notorious for doing this - buying something right before Christmas that I'd already got for him. I think I'm ok this year, but you never know with him.
Husbands. You can't trust them.
HEY! Whaddaya mean, it's my fault!?? Uh-uh, no way.
I'm not going in time-out for anything I'm not guilty of. There's plenty of that as there is.
And I can see there's a trip to the library in my near future. And here I thought I was fairly well-read. Sheesh.
If I can find the receipt I can take that box of chocolate back on Wednesday. IF.
Yes dear, you do need to read that story.
I still say it's somehow your fault.
The only presents I get are the ones that I buy.
Is there something else you can give Bebo? Bebo, is there something else on your list that Bailey could get you?
Yes, I haven't bought anything for myself. I can't even think about that. There's too damn much to do.
Dru, I made her make me a list yesterday. But still ...
Tanya, good girl.
Oh, I hadn't heard about Dan Fogelberg. I saw him at the Hard Rock in Vegas a few, well several, years ago.
Barrie, welcome. Yes, Dan will be missed.
Don't you hate it when that happens? Hang in there, you'll think of something.
Hey, give her a copy of THE GIFT OF THE MAGI . . .
Hmmmmmm.
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