Gifty

I am a really easy person to buy a gift for.

At least *I* think so.

I drink a lot of coffee, so you know you are always safe with gift cards or mugs or tumblers. I like to read, so gifting me with a book-shaped present? DROOL.

I like pop culture. I like movies. TV shows. Music. I like video games. I like board games. I like lip gloss. I like dresses. I like purses. I like Anthropologie. I exercise occasionally. I like to sleep, so you are always safe with delicious flannel pajamas. I like hoodies. I like theater. I like photography. I like the 60s. I like candles. I like to smell awesome. I like history. I live in a cold climate, so obviously you are safe with scarves and hats and gloves and mittens. I like necklaces. I like to cook AND I like to eat.

I am even open to the idea of manicures and pedicures. I’ll be honest. I HATE getting them. But, I like getting them as gifts, because while I don’t love them, I realize they are a necessary evil to being, um, ladylike; see also: waxing. 

I do not, in any way, think that a gift card is a cop-out.

I mean, occasionally, I get a little surprised by some gifts. I mean, I’m the girl whose Grammy gave her $1.47 in Canadian coins as a wedding gift. I remember when I turned 12 and my mom got me this Mickey Mouse watch that she was so excited to give me. I never wore it once, and sulked for at least a year about it. But, I mean, I was TWELVE. And, you know, there was the time I received toilet paper as a gift. It had pink hearts on it, but still. 

But it's safe to say that it's pretty hard to not impress me. 

I'm an easy sell.

Which is why I was shocked when I received a little tweet from my husband last week. The whole family was deep underneath Chrismukah wrapping paper, unwrapping dolls and games and toys and clothes and boots and jeans and hats and books. 

And there it was. 

A gift. 

A gift that was way above and beyond what was necessary. 

(Easy sell, remember?)

But that is how a girl who would be happy with a bag full of Bath & Body Works antibacterial hand gel ends up getting a trip to Los Angeles and Santa Barbara in May. 

I am way too lucky.