I just posted on Facebook that my husband bought me two tickets to go see Mannheim Steamroller for Christmas. The problem is I don't like Christmas music. At all. I mean, I like it on Christmas Eve. For an hour. After that it gives me ageda. I know, I know...call me a Grinch or worse yet, a heathen. I like singing Christmas carols of religious nature like "O Holy Night" or "O Come O Come Emmanuel" but I don't like to listen to them repeatedly. Anyway...this is my beef:
I have been married almost 23 years. For 23 years he has known I don't like Christmas music. He KNOWS this. When we get in the van, I turn OFF the Christmas music.
Olaf loves Christmas music and Mannheim Steamroller.
So, guess what I got for Christmas?
Instead of thinking of me and what I might want to for Christmas, he saw an opportunity to go on a date and see something he wants to see. If I speak up and say that I really don't want to go then I am the bitch for not being appreciative of his gift. That, my friends, is bull crap. I DON'T LIKE CHRISTMAS MUSIC AND I DON'T WANT CHRISTMAS MUSIC TICKETS FOR MY CHRISTMAS PRESENT!
You know what I asked for? I asked for him to draw me a picture. He didn't. He could have, but he chose not to. Why isn't he the bastard? Why am I still the bitch? Explain that to me.
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