There is a reason why the holidays really need to be focused on the kids. They will love some hunk of plastic for $15 . I will not.
Anything that is easy to purchase looks like fodder for a white elephant party.
Take these gems I stumbled upon recently. On sale, if you can believe it!
Or better yet, Christmas at Graceland, which was on sale from it’s original $119.00. Good burnt gravy! That’s a lot of of after tax dollars for that tribute. Bring me the head of whoever paid full price for that.
What I want can’t be shoved into a stocking. It’s boring, grown up stuff. Someone to pay off my mortgage. Botox for life, the usual. How about daily massage?
I would like Santa to drive so much traffic to Cool Mom that I could derive a good income from it. Or whatever one does for such things. ( Dear Santa, why didn’t I go to Law School?).
The best gifts I got I’m paying for myself. My bannister on my deck. The steps were pretty scary without them. This is like a pair of earrings under the tree for me. Except they would weigh me down and catch on a sweater.
The new roof on our back house. Now, mind you we still don’t know what to do with this thing, but if we didn’t put a new roof on the “clubhouse”, as I call it, it would have melted in the next few months. Look at that roofing tile! Beautiful, like a little black dress.. but made out of fire retardent shingles!
You can see the front steps to the clubhouse look a bit Tobacco Road. Well, maybe for my birthday…
While I’m making my wish list I would ask the present gods for a railing that’s not rusted and a redo of this fine crafted back stairs. They were a homemade job from a couple of owners ago. Each step is a different level. It’s a bit like a fun house.
This is why I love watching “Desperate Landscapes”. I keep hoping that hunky dude with the big arms is going to show up and fix my yard. But, sadly, like “Curb appeal” they only work on front yards.