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More Things I Don't Want For Christmas

By popular demand, more things I don't want for Christmas

This giant fish vase. I don't even understand why anyone would want a fish vase of any size. But a giant one? Weird.

A faux fur wine bag. Just because.

Oh how I love me some garlic. And pickled garlic is nothing short of amazing. But I apparently carry the scent with me for days and that bothers the man I've dubbed, "Wonder-Nose". So none of this for me.

No. No matter how cute you are you little frosted snowman cookie, I do not want you for Christmas. You're 400 calories. FOUR HUNDRED. I can think of so many other ways to enjoy 400 calories than just one cookie.

Pickled tomatoes. No. Not even going to taste this. Sometimes you don't need a reason to avoid something.

 
I also do not ever want a subscription to High Times magazine. And yes, it's about what you think it's about. Ugh.

Comments

  1. MnMDecember 15, 2014 at 7:40 AM

    You are becoming very difficult to shop for.

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    1. SuzanneDecember 15, 2014 at 10:09 AM

      You must not know me very well, I've always been difficult to shop for.

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  2. DawnDecember 15, 2014 at 12:33 PM

    I want the fish vase. Lol

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  3. MomDecember 18, 2014 at 4:45 PM

    Just yesterday your father told me he took the garlic cloves out of the olives he bought at Big Bird's olive bar. I had told him you want fresh garlic for the green beans and he thought they would do. I told him "no," you wanted fresh garlic. Funny. & =^ )

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