So, I asked again what Amanda wants for Christmas, and she responds:
We’ve been married for almost 22 years, you should know what I want.
Danger, Will Robinson.
I can’t figure out what she is thinking day-to-day, and somehow I am now supposed to remember what she thought (or might have said) sometime this past year. It would have sounded something like this I’m sure: “Oh, that looks nice”.
She asks for more dogs and cats daily, but I have pointed out at every turn that either I or one of her myriad of animals will need to die first before that will happen.
I sought the advice of Amazon, and it wasn’t helpful at all. While I might not know what she DOES want, at least I know what she DOESN’T want when I see it.
I only have 119, 928,851 options to pick from.
Send good vibes, I don’t think Christmas is going to go well for me this year.