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Just a tip: if at all possible, try not to spend the evening in the Emergency Department. Thought that might be a useful thing to keep in mind.

It’s not really that fun, especially when they poke you. And it’s especially not fun when you’ve had your third bladder infection in six months, and they want you to pee into a cup, which is what hurts in the first place.

But I am very grateful my husband is a doctor who can get me seen faster than most, and this morning I’m actually not feeling too badly.

Nevertheless, this isn’t going to be a long post, because “not feeling too badly” does not actually mean “feeling pretty well”. It more means “I no longer what to kill myself when I have to go to the bathroom, but I still don’t want to move”.

So I think I’ll just introduce a topic of conversation, and then I’d love your comments!

Here’s the scenario: I don’t like buying junk for adults for Christmas. Never have. I figure that we’re adults, thus we can buy stuff for ourselves. Buying things for those who can’t afford it seems nice, but buying things for people who make a decent income seems a little strange. Knitting a scarf or making something yourself is different; picking up a coffee maker from Wal Mart is just plain odd.

Nevertheless, there are those in my family who are very committed to the Christmas gift giving frenzy, and so for the first decade or so of our marriage we dutifully bought gifts for everyone because as much as we suggested that this was silly, no one seemed to go along.

Now they seem to, which is nice. So we’re left with just getting presents for parents and children, and I can live with that.

But even buying something for my husband seems weird, because I know if he wants something, he just buys it. He doesn’t need me to buy it for him.

So here’s our question: what do you do about gifts for adults? How did you negotiate a new gift giving tradition? Or do you enjoy getting gifts for people, and I’m just Scrooge? Let me know in the comments! I’ll read them while I am feeling sorry for myself in bed.

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