Dear Husband. Please start reading my blog so that you can stop asking what I want for Christmas... Then immediately stop again, so that I can continue posting embarrassing stories and photos of you without your knowledge.
Yes, some of these are duplicate entries from this post, but that's OK. In translation for husbands... If she talks/posts/nags about it over and over again, she wicked wants it...
Also, this would probably be a whole lot easier for both of us if we'd just go back to what we had been doing for gifts in years past...Nothing.
1. Earbuds. I don't care if they're the Diane Von Fursenberg ones. They just need to be able to blast the Beastie Boys into my ears at unsafe decibel levels while I pretend I'm running much faster than I really am.
3. This clutch (if it comes back in stock in time). Otherwise it'll be my next sewing project.
4. Yoga pants. Size Medium. Bonus: These could double as comfy-pants for couch time. So those ones you don't like so much would come out less often...
5. In-home spa time with mud mask, face cream (not pictured), and pumpkin-oatmeal scrub (also not pictured). Pumpkin!
6. Out-of-the-house spa time.
PS: These are not in order of wicked-want to kind-of-want. If you need them in order, they are as follows, starting with most-wicked-wanted: 4, 5, 2, 1, 3, 6.
Thanks for stopping by,