Is that coal in your stocking, or are you just happy to see me?

Rob made me swear to high heaven, all of these saints, and even dead football players that I would not spend more than $25 on his Christmas Gifts. He agreed he would do the same. Being the person that I am, I had known what I was going to get him for months. As it turns out, they are backordered - forever. I'm screwed. To make matters worse. The man picked me up from work last night with an "I just went shopping grin" on his face. I asked him if he spent more than he promised. A little more was his response. I had to pull each of his teeth out and when I threatened his fingernails he finally told me how much more.

I'm really screwed. However, I think he is more screwed (screwed worse?) 'cause all of those dead football players are going to get him when he gets to heaven. He should have never made me swear on them.

I think he's getting this for Christmas.

Hmmmm, Chocolate.