Dear Santa, thanks for nothing.

I woke up yesterday morning to the lovely sounds of my husband frantically wrapping Xmas gifts before I woke up.  Way to plan, buddy.

(and yes, I know I’m being slightly judgey and hypocritical here, as I later shoo’d him away from the living room while yelling “Avert your eyes!” while I filled his stocking.  Whoops.)

Yes, the day was great – filled with foods, friends, and Christmas presents.  Yay Christmas and Jesus.

But guess what was missing?

A pony…anywhere, much less under my tree.

Gee thanks, Santa, way to not fulfill my hopes and dreams this year.

Luckily, my birthday is right around the corner, and guess what this soon-to-be 29 year old newlywed wants?

(if you guess “a baby”, you’re totally wrong, but at this point, if you guessed anything other than “a Gigi”, then you’re clearly missing the point of these posts)

One thought on “Dear Santa, thanks for nothing.

  1. Sorry to hear you didn’t get Gigi for Christmas!

    At least your Hubby didn’t get you one of those funny horse head masks as a gag gift! I probably would have thought that would be funny, which I’m sure you would have not found funny in the least. Suffice to say, he may be a better man than I!!

    Like the blog! Keep’em coming!!

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