Gift Ideas

Only a few more shopping days until Christmas and I’m still searching for a few gift ideas. Just a few. Like a couple or nineteen or so. No reason to panic, right?

eye, eyelashes, green eye, wide-eyed, alarmed

No reason to panic. At. All. Right.

See, the thing is, I’m not just searching for gift ideas, I’m searching for the perfect gifts. I’ve truly been fortunate in that the people in my life have blessed me with some of the best gifts ever, so I’d really like to do the same for them.

A few years back, my best pal CheesyMike got me a great pair of boots. They’re cute, furry and warm. Kinda like CheesyMike.

furry boot

I wore them once to a huge business dinner I attended, along with a plaid skirt and a blazer. As I was walking into the hall, 4 Scottish bagpipers came in with the bags a-pipin'. I spent the entire evening explaining that I was not actually with the "band".

Last year, my dear friend DonnyO got me these awesome Steve Madden shoes. I love them beyond words.

sexy black shoes

They're sleek, sexy and totally kick-ass. Kinda like DonnyO.

Lest you think that all people buy me are shoes and boots and shoes and sandals and shoes, let me share with you the second-greatest gift I ever got. Five years ago, Jepeto, the kids and I went to Greece on vacation. My mom took a picture of me from that trip and asked a friend of hers to reproduce the picture on canvas.

painting of a girl, flowers, floral painting, Greece

We had hiked up the mountain behind my family's home and this was taken as I was coming back down.

Isn’t that an awesome present? I bet you’re wondering how I could call it the second-greatest gift I ever got. Believe it or not, I did get something better than a painting of me in an exotic country. And, even more unbelievable, Jepeto is the person who gave me the greatest present ever. (For those who don’t know, Jepeto is my other half. The crazy half.) It was for my 40th birthday.

shoot, winter, snow, outdoors

Jepeto gave me a paintball gun, a hundred or so "bullets" and 10 minutes to shoot him as much as I wanted. Admit it. It's clear now why I stay, isn't it?

Yes, he let me shoot him. Repeatedly.

Best. Gift. Ever.


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