For the man who...

I have to go shopping. It's our sixth anniversary in a couple of days, and I'm giftless. The problem with el boyo is that if he wants something, he promptly goes and gets it or just as promptly talks himself out of wanting it. And if he doesn't want something (either because he talked himself out of it or because he simply doesn't want it), he really doesn't want it. He's not someone who perhaps doesn't want something because he hasn't fully explored how awesome it is, or because he's never heard of it.

He's difficult, and we have drawers of things hopefully purchased then tucked away.

He's also mercurial. Next to the drawers of things he never really wanted are drawers of things he wanted then, but the which he does not want now.

He's also been on an anti-clutter binge...maybe something to do with all those drawers.

Since I haven't been writing at all...

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