Husband and I exchange stockings filled with stuff like homemade gift certificates, favorite treats, silly presents, etc.
This week’s text exchange (courtesy of AutoCorrect):
Husband: Don’t come back from your walk early. I’m working on your stalking.
Me: I don’t think that’s something you want to tell me.
Husband: I need help! Anything special you’d like?
Me: Sneak around in the bushes, send photos you’ve secretly taken of me, leave creepy notes in my underwear drawer.
Husband: I love you. But sometimes I don’t understand you.
To those who celebrate, happy holidays! To those who don’t, happy Friday.
Twist
P.S. I spent last year’s holiday season in London, where I had the happy experience of running into this guy in Whole Foods.
