"Toys" would be a subjective term, because what is a toy to someone, might be useless to another person. Then there are practical gifts. Underwear, socks, sweaters....That's the stuff Mom puts under the tree for you. Santa brings the real stellar goods. I was at the SuperWally yesterday to get a few things. Since I had practically no agenda for the day, and hadn't wandered a store in ages without spawn in tow to annoy me with their cart driving habits, I wandered. I was scoping out stuff for presents, and got a couple things from the clearance selections. I also priced out those necessities like feet and butt covering items. Beast is in need of underwear, and I have seen this fact for myself. He has a typical male regard for underwear, and it has now come to my attention that Devildog has the same trait. This morning, Devildog once again got Clone ready for school for me, and let me laze in bed a bit longer so I can rest. I'm still fighting my lungs for the real estate that oxygen is supposed to occupy in there. It's basically a prolonged asthma attack and I'm just doing nebulizer treatments (that I'm also allergic to) because I'm pretty certain that a doctor is going to tell me to do just that. Plus I'd get a prescription for something like singulair and a z-pack, all of which require copays and I lack resources to cover them right now. I feel ok, except this whole lack of adequate oxygen saturation is making me feel less than energized. So, this morning, while I wasn't 100% yet, I felt rested enough to crawl from the bed and move forward with the day. Devildog took the Clone to school for me, then came home to get ready for work. As he passed me, shirtless, I caught a glimpse of grey elastic (yes this particular pair is supposed to be that color) with skin showing on both sides of it. I haven't done my husband's laundry in over ten years, so I don't know the condition of his drawers till I see them on his person. I asked how long his underwear were like that.... "uhh about two and a half months." When asked why he still wore them..."They still cover my [arse]." So it truly is genetic then. The Beast has underwear that likewise gape at the separation of elastic and fabric, and he doesn't care. The elastic is also too snug on him, but he doesn't care. Obviously a male standard for keeping stains off the interior of pants requires only that the important parts be COVERED, additional exposure elsewhere notwithstanding. Meanwhile I need my parts to be covered, but not riding up my ghetto bootie, show evidence of their location under my clothing, riding high above the waistband of my pants, or losing stitches between elastic and fabric. I suppose by a male standard, I ask too much of my undergarments, because I need for more than my backside to simply be "covered". Life is so much simpler when all you want or need to have for Christmas is dental parts to grow in where they belong. Turkey is easier to chew with them in place, but if you eat too much, you'll wish your elastic would stretch just a little more than it already strains to do.
EDITED to add: As I was making dinner tonight, I was slicing some sharp cheddar with one of my 13 year old steak knives. The age alone explains their inability to do as much. This pretty much eliminates any doubt that I could use new knives about as much as my male people need new drawers.
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Redbeard apparently likes ventilation on his tender bits... he often does his own laundry, so when last I caught hold of his undies, (after bow season) I was aghast to find not just a tear but 8 inch *splits* along the business part of 2 of his moose boxers-- and the beginnings of the same on the other. Despite his yearning eyes, they have been relegated to the ragbag...
I, like you, demand more from my butt-coverings. Go, girl.
See, I don't have the underwear problem here. Jere runs around without them and apparently prefers it that way. It's beyond me how that can feel good in a pair of jeans.
And I'm that person who always asks for socks and underwear for Christmas. Because when I go shopping, I like to buy myself fun things. And no one can screw up buying me socks, but they could definitely buy me something else terrible.
For some stooopid reason my blog dashboard is no longer telling me when YOU update. Everyone else, sure. You? Not so much. I had a bit of catching up to do.
My daughter is indeed getting her two front teeth for Xmas. We are thrilled. They are both there. And another loose one on the bottom. At this rate she will have all her adult teeth before the age of 6.
She came up to me the other day to show them to me and said, "Look Mommy! We are going to have Christmas for my teeth!"
In her little mind this means we are having a special holiday JUST BECAUSE she is getting teeth.
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