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I love getting gift cards. Money isn't bad either.
My tastes/percieved needs are so very esoteric that unless I give detailed directions on how and what to get (which isn't fun!), it won't happen.
But my ultimate solution is: Give with no expectations, accept with graciousness.
This year I'm trying out a startling new idea: The X-mas gifts are a *token* of my esteem. Not a measure of my love. I'm not bankrupting myself for this materialistic insanity. The end. It's hard my hubby to accept, but I'm being firm. Except with my nephews, all of whom are under the age of 10, and are actually needy.
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"Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath.
At night, the ice weasels come." -
Matt Groening
My goal? To fulfill my potential.
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