I’m terrible at coming up with gift ideas for Mr. Serious. He’s not one to give me a list of things he wants and it’s much into “things.” Then, when I do come up with a gift idea, I pass them on to his parents and my parents and other gift givers…which leaves me empty-handed. And coming up with mega-lame gifts!
A couple years ago, I got a wild idea to order him a new phone for his birthday. I was so excited.
I ordered it and it arrived on his birthday via FedEx. I knew he was due home in a few minutes so I went ahead and activated his new phone so I could be all fancy-pants and have his gift box ring when he got home!
Yes, I said fancy-pants!
I’ve got my phone in hand ready to see him pull up to the house.
Guess what, he didn’t get home. And didn’t get home. Over an hour had passed and I started to worry. I looked to see if there was an accident on his way home and I was about ready to call the local hospitals.
About two hours-ish later he got home looking a little rough.
Sweaty. Just in his undershirt and covered in filth.
This can’t be good!
“Babe. I tried calling you and my phone wouldn’t work.
I got a flat tire on the way home and had to pull over immediately to change it.”
Talk about feeling like crap. I then handed over his gift.
Birthday present fail.
New gift? I took the car to the tire shop to get a new tire and discovered that the wheel actually had a giant softball sized hole in it as well.
Happy birthday, you get a phone and a new tire and wheel.
Next time, I’ll just stick to new socks and undershirts like he asks!