Wish List

I always feel guilty giving Kevin a list of things I want, for 2 reasons:

  First, I feel like he should know me well enough at this point to pick out something on his own.  He has in fact done this, and has done a fabulous job.  He's even smart enough to realize, just because I say I would like a new vacuum, doesn't mean that's want I want to see underneath the tree Christmas morning,  having to feign excitement over a housecleaning tool, and trying to hide my disappointment the rest of the day is not something I have to worry about.  Thank you Kev.  I just don't see the point of giving him a "grocery list" of gift items for him to go pick up at the store.  That just feels a little silly to me.  I do get the feeling, that it's extremely hard for him, though.  Exhausting even.  The hunt, the hiding, the "bet you can't guess what I got you" game.  Followed shortly thereafter with, "Do you want to hold and/or shake the box?" game. He just can't handle the anticipation.

 Second, I honestly have everything I want.  It feels a bit selfish to ask for more things.  Frivolous things.  Things that are bigger and better than things I already have.  Makes me feel a bit wasteful.  To make that feeling pass, I frequent the second hand shops, saving cart loads of money, by spending money.  That concept confuses the hubs, somethin' fierce.  Poor thing.  Thrift shopping makes me feel resourceful, thrifty.  Then when I find something brand new that is comparatively expensive, I say to myself, "Well I did save hundreds on that used such-n-such."  Sometimes you have to spend money to save money.  Just like you have to have money to make money.  Sidebar: I have fabulous justification skills.  Are you not nodding your head thinking this actually makes some sort of sense?  See.

 Welp, here she is.  My wish list.  Cool things that I love and lust after.  P.S.  I can't believe I'm to this stage in my life and never owned a head massager.  I was raised better than that.  What's the matter with me?

Nothing can make a person drool without even realizing, quite like a scalp massager.

Dear sweet Anthropologie-I want it all.  But especially this comforter.  All the reasons why are for another post, that's coming later on this week.

Cool and unique twist on a Mother's necklace: here.

What?  I'm totally serious.  I want some chickens, a goat or two, and possibly a horse.  I can't help it.  It's in my blood.  Pretty sure I have a better chance of becoming a rocket scientist, cause Kev ain't havin' none. of. that.