On Sunday, December 17th, my husband decided that he would begin his Christmas shopping.
He went to one store, which was Wal-Mart, and purchased some Milk-Bone dog biscuits for Ginger. He was very excited about this purchase and several times advised me that it was five-pound box for only, "Five dollars and forty-nine cents!"
He then wrapped it up and put it under the Christmas tree.
Last night, he couldn't wait and let the dog open her gift. No, I'm not kidding.
I don't think I'm getting anything for Christmas. I might have to shoot him.