Conspicuous Consumption... mas
Shelia and I had a wonderful Christmas at home. We feasted and kept a running marathon of old TV Christmas episodes, Christmas movies and too-old-for-VH1 Christmas music video channel. And we opened a LOT of presents. Somehow it seemed to turn into a competition and I think I won. Well, I got her the most presents, so she sorta won. And as you see... I suck at wrapping, so I pretty much just opted out. Here she is behind the fort I built her from all the presents I got her.  If there was a theme for this year, it was silly ass shit I don't really need but love. Or maybe that's not a theme. Besides, I got Shelia a bunch of kitchen stuff that she said she wanted and a whole lot of books so that doesn't work. Well, anyway the point is that She got me some fun toys and I don't care if 'normal' people would think it's weird. And now when the zombiepocalypse comes, if the undead bring tear gas... I'll be ready.  Shelia also got her share of worthless items that I knew she'd love none-the-less. Like this huge-ass bubble wrap calendar so she can pop one bubble per day throughout the year.  No I'm not going to do a photospread of everything we got. Here's a quick overview of the silliness... from the 'Silence of the Lamb' style nightvision binoculars, AFL footie, functioning-interactive Portal Turret plushie and even a couple gifts there from my secret Santa - which I'll mention seperately later. Shelia really spoiled me.  Battery must be going down on that camera. Awful lot of blurry pics. Well after all the kitchenware, silly gifts and books... the final gift was a Kindle Fire for Shelia. She was really thrown. After opening all those presents with books she was sure I'd not gotten her the ebook she'd asked for. And afterward she was so impressed with how clever I'd been to throw her off the trail. Of course none of that is true. I'm just an idiot. I'm your grandfather who gets you a Playstation game for your XBox. In my brain, I never put the utility of seperate gifts together until after I'd realized how wrong it was. But screw it! How are you supposed to buy books for people after they get one of these infernal contraptions anyway? Oh well, at least she's happy. And She is.  And that's the best gift I got on Christmas. |
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