I’m really bad at getting presents. Or maybe I’m really good, depending on how you look at it. The moment I enter a store, I automatically begin to look for presents for myself. It’s only when I’m back at the car that I realized that all I did was shop for myself.
We only do presents for the kiddos, so it’s easy: the week before I want to shop, I think of something trivial I need at the hardware store. I take the kids with me, wander all around the store looking for it, and note what they can’t keep their greedy eyes off of, and use that for my Christmas list. They’re so easy.
Of course, that’s also shopping for me, because I get to borrow their tools…
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