My dad’s birthday is near Thanskgiving each year. So, knowing I’d see him and knowing how impossible it is to shop for the man, I called him to wish him birthday cheer and ask him what he wanted. Just a kiss, he said, when he saw me on Thanksgiving. I told him it didn’t sound like a very useful gift. He assured me it was all he wanted. Fast forward to Thanksgiving morning when the very handsome boyfriend and I are preparing to drive to my sister’s house.
Me: I feel bad because I’m bringing my mom a birthday present but not my dad.
VHB: Why didn’t you get your dad something?
Me: Because when I called and asked what he wanted he said ‘just a kiss.”
VHB: It better be a good kiss.
Awkward silence. Staring.
VHB: I’m bleeding! (He had shaved, approximately five minutes ago. So yes, he was bleeding, but I think he was just looking for an excuse to escape.)
Ah, but there is no escaping the Internets. So consider this your belated T-day gift. A story of birthday gift recommendations gone terribly wrong. Next year, Dad, ask for socks or a sweater. Spare VHB the grief, okay?