This Christmas, I bought Rodney a watch from a jewelry store and he no longer has to rely on the Walmart special he's been wearing for years. We needed to go back to the store where I purchased it to have a link removed so he wouldn't have to wear it around his bicep. We decided to brave the big city on Friday, regardless of the hordes of people I expected to be on the roads and in the stores. We were pleasantly surprised by the lack of crowds. We wandered around the jewelry store, dazzled by all the bright and shiny baubles that were mostly calling my name. I never window shop at a jewelry store. I have a great fondness for braclets, earrings and all things that cost a fortune. He was willing to enter abyss to get his watch fixed, even though it was going to take all my will power to leave that store empty handed. I am convinced that somehow, the stores have managed to find a way to pump horomones into the air of the store, depending on the clientele they are hoping to attract. Home Depot, Lowes and all other male type stores, choke us with testosterone, and clothing stores, jewelry stores and all dollar stores, they reek estrogen.
Rodney wanted to make a "quick trip" into Home Depot while we were in the "neighborhood". Let me just say that there is no such thing as a "quick trip" into Home Depot. He bought me a central vac system for the house, and wanted to see if they had parts for it should we need some in the future. We had NO intention of buying said parts on that day, but because of the testosterone swirling around us, he was duty bound to stare at all things that the store had to offer, even the ones we already had....good grief.

The other day while watching some tv, I happened to catch a commercial about what to get your man for Christmas. I'm thinking to myself, okay, this could be useful. I did not expect what I heard. The woman on the commercial suggested getting the man in your life a prostate exam. What a great idea! Why hadn't I thought of it? What better way to tell the man in your life that he is getting a finger stuffed up his ass.... FOR CHRISTMAS!!!!!

I just don't know how I could possibly dress this up in a way to make this present appealing. It would certainly be on his list of his most memorable gifts in his life. What worries me, is that in return, I could quite possibly end up with a colonoscopy next year as a gift, maybe a mammogram as a stocking stuffer.

I think that I will play it safe this year and stick to my traditional gifts...power tools, fishing stuff, etc.. and hope that he knows that I made the ultimate sacrifice and didn't give him of a visit to "doctor friendly".