My sister-in-law is fantastic. She’s funny and smart, and she gives the most wonderful gifts. Her choices are thoughtful and carefully considered, always appreciated. She tries to find the perfect gift for each person.
Unfortunately, we’re at the phase where all gifts simply must be identical, and I don’t have the heart to tell her. She bought something truly awesome this time around, and my life is no longer worth living. Every single day, it’s the same routine:
“No, it’s mine! ”
“It is not! Kris got it for ME!”
“Well, I’m just using it! I’m not going to hurt it! You’re supposed to share!”
“You never share with me!”
“You like the other one, anyway.”
“I do NOT! I want THAT one! It’s MINE!”
And on, and on, and on, and on. Every single day. I am at my wit’s end. If this pattern continues, I will have to take matters into my own hands and buy my husband his own Contigo coffee cup so he will leave mine alone. It. Is. MINE.
Edward is a little jealous.
I will quit naming things after Twilight characters when people quit rolling their eyes when I do. Don’t reinforce irritating behavior. I am incorrigible. Don’t incorrige me.