Getting my brother’s Christmas list is like a cultural experience. I have to Google most of the items and not as a way to find where to buy them, but just so I can understand exactly what I’m looking for.
Example: Rock-Ola M1 Carbine, Plunge Router
And then comes the fun ones :)
Skid Steer, Ammo, Neat Old Military Stuff, a Ride on the Gettysburg battlefield.
You can’t blame a guy for putting it out there and I absolutely love it. What were to happen if one of us did win the lottery and wanted to do something ridiculous for everyone in the family? At least we’d know what Danny wanted! :) And shoot, I may have asked for a round-trip ticket to Melbourne. Who’s judging? It only hurts to read these things because you can’t get them for him. I wish I could. I know how much he’d love it, but instead, I’m eyeing gloves so the next time he shovels snow in negative degree temps he isn’t doing it bare-handed. Thanks for the heads up, Sarah :) Problem is, if he REALLY wanted to gloves for that, he’d go get some. I’m the same damn way. We all are. Clergets. We go without because we know we can. It’s not that big of a deal. To the outside eye, it sort of us, but it only crosses our mind for two seconds and then we focus on working faster so we can get through and forget about the whole nonsense of spending $30 on a pair of gloves. SO, instead of the gloves, I’m buying that bugger something else that he isn’t going to expect from his little Berkeley living sister at all. For fear of the eyes that glance at this page, I won’t be mentioning it, but it means I get to go to a store that reminds me of growing up, of the good-old-days, so I guess I win just as much as he does in this situation. How in the hell do I always find a way to make it about me?
Merry Christmas, Danno! Your little sis can’t wait for the gift that you don’t even know is coming! :) :) :) :) :)
