Every year before my birthday and Christmas I become terribly moody as I stress that Garry will not get me what I want or perhaps anything at all. He's not a gift person and, let's just face it, gifts are my love language, and so it can be a nasty combination at times.
But once a year, it's his turn to stress a little.
His birthday is tomorrow, January 10th, and there is nothing that Garry hates more than a silly, cheap gift. Okay, there are things that he hates more. But this ranks right up there.
I use this information to have a little fun. The last two years I have called Garry and harmlessly asked, "Hey, is $12.99 a good price for an Old Spice Value Pack cologne with body wash?" Now, I never hint that this is his gift, but it's naturally what he assumes, and each year he has yelled into the phone:
DO NOT BUY ME THAT.
It works every year. I try to mix it up a bit. This year it was Old Spice. I think last year it was Aqua Fresh. But the reaction is always the same. I love it.