Every year Jeff gets SO EXCITED about what he’s gotten me that he starts pestering me to have our own Christmas early. He tells everyone around me what he got me, and they all say "Oh yeah, Jeff, that’s great!!! Oooh, Grace, you’re gonna like it." Granted, it is always great, but that’s aside from the point. I mean, I make him wait because… have a little patience, right? Every year he asks me if we can just please have Christmas early and he’s so excited and please and please and please. I told him we could have it on Tuesday and that I didn’t even really feel Christmassy (oh yeah, it’s a word) yet. He proceeded to dance around the kitchen saying "Christmas! Christmas!" with his hands in the air. I can’t stop giggling. It all culminated in a rubber band fight and I’m happy to say that I am still not giving in. NO WAY. He’s now moping in the kitchen saying things to me like "I don’t know how you can stand it…. stupid… makin me wait… grumble grumble…"
I love him so hard it hurts. I LOVE to make him wait.
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yes, christmassy is a word.
heheh vern’s having a late one this year because i can’t find the thing i want to give him!
I love him so hard it hurts
^ that really made me smile 🙂 x