What Are The Odds?

A few months ago, my wife suggested that she'd like a Magic Bullet for Christmas. I'm sure you've seen the informercial on late-night TV. It's the little silver plastic blender that you can slice, dice, chop, grate, or blend just about anything in. I have to admit, I've looked at them myself, and thought they would be a neat appliance. My wife makes diet-drink smoothies every morning, so she thought it would be more convenient than the full sized blender. Little did she know on that day back in August that I was actually listening.

So, when Christmas rolled around, I thought I was being the most clever husband on the planet. I actually bought her the Magic Bullet. I knew she would have forgotten about her suggestion to me this past summer, and it would be a pleasant surprise. It was going to be a grand Christmas. That is, until she informed me yesterday (December 23rd) that she was very excited to open the present from her folks as it was a Magic Bullet. She said her Mom asked her about a month ago if she wanted one, and my wife said Yes. I about fell out of my chair. The Christmas gift that I thought would be the end-all be-all surprise was a dud. In other words, by the time my wife would open her gift from me, it would be a been-there done that experience. So, I confessed my little secret, and apologized that she wouldn't be having that great of a Christmas. I did have 2 other presents under the tree for her, and those would have to do.

Then, today during the family gift exchange, as my wife was opening her Christmas present from her sister, I again about fell off the couch. Lo and behold, she opened a new pair of pajamas. My wife had dropped hints that she'd like a new pair of pajamas for Christmas, but unfortunately, she dropped the same hint to both me and her sister. Yes, you guessed it, that was my second present for my wife, a new pair of pajamas. While they are different prints, it's the theme that counts. Ugh.

Geesh, what's a guy to do? I thought I had put a lot thought into the gifts for my wife this year, and have now found out that 2 out of my 3 presents have been shot down. Damn. I wanted to head out to the mall for a last minute shopping spree, but alas, there wasn't time. So, my wife will have to return the two dud presents after the holidays, and get something that she really needs or wants. And, I guess in the end, ol' Scrooge has been scrooged himself, in that those gift receipts will need to be used after all.