Looks like I might be in a bit of hot water here, dudes.
In all the rush to get the book, you know the one (A Dude’s Guide to Babies), I seem to have forgotten something.
This, right here, is November.
Sure, that means not much to most of you. Maybe Thanksgiving. Maybe to start shopping for Christmas. You know, that sort of stuff.
Heck, I even sort of remembered that my birthday was coming up this month.
What I seem to have forgotten until right now is that there’s another birthday coming up this month and it’s not my nephew’s (even though we share the same day). It’s the birthday of my wife, known as The Imperative. And it’s coming in less than two weeks.
And I have absolutely no idea what to get her.
And I haven’t been paying attention to what she’s been talking about as she goes through the gazillion catalogs that have arrived in our mailbox.
I’ve got a bad feeling about this.
Looks like I’m going to have to go back to the well and maybe get one of my standby gifts. I’ve talked about how much she likes those Pandora beads and why I think they’re great. They’re small and easy to get and the ladies at the Pandora store keep track of which ones The Imperative has already purchased.
Either that or Brighton, which is a store in the mall. They’re great as well, in that they also keep a list of the stuff that has gone out of the store in The Imperative’s bag.
Of course, with the new job at the Wonderful Elementary School, I’ve got less time than usual to get out there and procrastinate before purchasing a last-minute present. I might have to even — gasp — plan ahead this year. Plan ahead, he said, forgetting for a moment that he just was lamenting the fact that he only had 10 days to figure out the whole gift thing.
Welp. Better get to work.