Shopping...

My husband is THE hardest person in the world to shop for. I get all panicky when the "big three" approach- his birthday, Father's Day and Christmas. A few weeks before the occasion I will start asking what he's been wanting lately. It's almost always the same reply- "oh, nothing, I'm good". I'll say, "Honey, do you want a certain movie or a new beer kit?" and he'll say, "nah". When Mother's Day comes up or our anniversary, he's right there, always with just the right sentiment. Of course, I'm pretty easy to please:)
One year we had been camping for the week leading up to John's birthday. The day that we headed home was his birthday. As we ended through Brainerd, I decided to stop and take him out to lunch. I wanted to go to the steakhouse or something similar. No. How about Olive Garden? Red Lobster? No. Culver's. Bingo! Culver's is actually my new favorite hamburger chain, but I wanted to do more.
I think it all comes down to the fact that I'm not working right now. If I had my "own" money, like I did in Connecticut, then I could do whatever I want and spend whatever I want. John is the main budgeter in the house, but I always know just what's going on, how much we can work with, etc... He's the one though, that makes the plans, puts things into "categories"- $60 for schoolbooks, $40 for garage sales, whatever. So, when it comes to those "big" days- anniversary, Father's Day, etc... I hate having to ask for a category to go buy him presents, because then he knows exactly what I've spent.
So, since he's so picky about everything, I've gotten to the point of just taking him with me to buy his things. Tonight we went out and bought a new fishing pole for him. He really liked it, but as usual thought it was too much for him. I just wanted to shake him, and tell him he deserves everything good in this world too. I bought it anyways, and he couldn't wait to put it in the lake when we got home. Only, he lost his lure...