Somewhere's in the neighborhood of about 14 years ago, I was dating a girl. Shocking, I know. We were officially in the "we're not officially sure of where our relationship is headed" stage of our relationship and Christmas was rapidly approaching. I had no idea what to get her, so I ended up settling on some lame Edward Abbey book. I'm pretty sure that I spent around $7.00 total on the gift. I was pretty classy back then. Christmas arrived, we exchanged gifts, and I ended up with a really, really nice pocket watch. She ended up with a really lame book about some gang of monkeys who were armed with wrenches (with the $7.00 suggested retail price printed on the back).
Fast forward to Christmas of 2011 (nowadays folks skip, but I am holding on to the fast forward) where a similar thing happened. I ended up on the receiving end of a really, really nice hand crafted knife.
All Tamer got in return was a nasty case of the hives.
Here he is, right after the unwrap, and right before the allergic reaction set in. Mental note: a mason jar of raw honey from a local bee keeper may not be the best christmas gift. Six mason jars of raw honey from a local bee keeper is just asking for trouble.
I should have gotten him that damn book.
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You can always disarm him with a smile.
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