…buy Tim a birthday present.
His birthday is tomorrow.
I didn’t buy him one last year, either.
But last year I was working full time, making 15 meals a week, cleaning an apartment, pleasing my husband, and barely keeping my head above water.
This year I’m just a lazy bum.
That, and I gave away all my good ideas.
In my defense, I did wander around Walmart’s sporting goods for half hour on Thursday debating over such things as port-a-potties, grill grates, dutch ovens, two matching sleeping bags that would zip together, trash cans for our compost pile, baseball gloves, knee pads, and bikes.
Didn’t come home with any of it, though.
Better luck next year.