monday morning i woke up to a present wrapped in christmas paper on my dresser. it was from the husband. i opened it and found an ipod nano and an armband so i could wear it while i run.
i loved the gift, of course, but felt really bad about getting it. see, i gave the husband a lot of crap for his christmas shopping skills. on christmas eve i opened a cross necklace and some cross earrings...and then another cross necklace...and some more earrings... then a picture frame with a bible verse on it...and then i realized (and said outloud in front of everyone) "did you buy my presents at the hospital gift shop?"

he had. seriously, the guy had been burning the candle at both ends for weeks and the gift shop was right there at work. and the gifts were nice. you can never be too religious, right? but i had to ride him about it. and ride him about it. and giggle and poke fun. and now i feel bad.

the ipod is great, but it's a guilt gift and i'm not sure i'll ever be able to use it without remembering why i got it.

that's what i get for making fun of too many cross necklaces.

sorry God.