- Last year I got myself my own petite hammer for hammering jobs around the house--of which there are many--that I can never complete because I can never find tools in the garage. To my delight my son Sam has become interested and proficient in fixing his bike and messing around with scooters and skateboards this year. He uses my hammer to do this, but then he lost it. I have been complaining about my lost hammer for months. In a thoughtful move, Sam got me a new hammer for Christmas WHICH HE LOST BEFORE I EVER EVEN SAW IT. I would say it's ironic, but irony is when the opposite of what you expect to happen happens, sort of but not really like rain on your wedding day--which could more accurately be described as "disappointing." I'm disappointed that I didn't get my hammer, but it's the thought that counts. I guess.
- On Christmas eve I mentioned offhandedly to my husband that I was glad my Moringa bubble bath was almost gone because the smell "makes me totally sick." On Christmas morning he gave me the bubble bath, lotion, body butter, and exfoliant. Bless his heart for being thoughtful and observant, but I'm a complicated woman.
- Vintage garnet earrings to go with my Paris ring.
- These salt and pepper shakers!
Maybe I am materialistic because part of what makes me love them is knowing HOW EXPENSIVE they are. Seriously, I love them so much. I stare at them. Salt seems savorier, pepper more peppery. They are so red and glossy. I have an irrational fear of them chipping. More gifts (yes, it was quite a haul!):
- A bundle of Ben's homemade books: Apples, The Boy and the Beast, and The Boys and the Beast, A Sequel to The Boy and the Beast, and my favorite Christmas favorite, Stupid Olive. An excerpt: "Olive thinks she's a reindeer. Stupid Olive!"
- The Pioneer Woman Cooks--a signed copy!
- 3 Beefsticks
- An almost immeasurable improvement in Frances's behavior.