Ugggh. I’m burned out this year. The ideas just aren’t coming. In past years I’ve done jewelry, clothing, spa time, decorative home accessories, Fossil watches, major appliances, romantic getaways, intimate dinners, and fine wine. I don’t know. I think we’re going to go up to Massachusetts for the weekend, so we’ll probably unload the monkeys on the grandparents and head to the Olive Garden or something. Get us some of that hospitaliano. As long as the food doesn’t put us in an ambulancio on the way to the hospitaliano, I’ll take it. It’s all about free babysitting.

But I probably have to come up with something. And I’m running out of time. Hmmmm. Of course, if I do have any good ideas, I’d be an idiot to put them here what with my wife as a regular reader. That would really kind of blow the surprise. I mean, if I could get through two months with a Wii in the basement without spilling the Christmas beans, I should be able to think up something incredibly sweet and special and unexpected and not reveal it here.

Hmmmm. I wonder if she’s ever been to Hooters. She does love chicken wings.