Gift Giving

Confession: I *might* be the worst gift-giver in the history of the planet.

I rely solely on Melodie for my gift giving needs. If Melodie does not help me, I am as helpless as a small child in this area.

Here is a common conversation between Melodie and I:
Melodie: It's Nat's birthday tomorrow.
Me: Crud! It's already April!
Melodie: Did you get her a gift?
Me: (dumb look) Gift?
Melodie: Yea, like a gift for her birthday.
Me: Oh right! Crud! I always forget about these things!
Melodie: Well, you'll be happy to know that I got her something, and its in the mail. I knew you'd forget so I told her it was from you and me. You owe me $30.
Me: Thank you thank you thank you.

Or again:
Me: Melodie, I got Mom's name for Christmas. How do I handle this situation?
Melodie: Well, what would you like to get her?
Me: *thinking*... She might like an air-soft gun? Maybe like a gift card?
Melodie: Those are the worst ideas ever.
Me: Oh, right. Well, what should I get?
Melodie: How about I just get something and wrap it and put her name on it. I'll just have you pay me.
Me: K. Try not to make it more than $30.

Let me just apologize in advance if I ever have to get a reader of this blog a gift. It's really not because I'm ultra dumb, or thoughtless, or I really think that you love air-soft guns. I just have a block in my brain that severely impairs me in this area.