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All I Want For Christmas

Stupid stupid me. I wait until now to decide that I want a Nintendo Wii. I wait until now to ask the husband if we can get one and he says yes. Do you think that I can find one anywhere? Of course not, that would make too much sense. We can't have that in Casa de la Crazy. I am in desperate need for one. I need to go bowling. Do you people get this? I NEED it. Help a sister out. I don't think the husband would like it if we spent more than $300 on the system. Gah.

On the upside, the husband's gift came in and since we are impatient people in Casa de la Crazy, I gave it to him already. I'm too lazy to link to pictures so I'll just keep typing about it. I got him the newest iPod Nano. Ha! I typed Nana. Anywhoo, there was free engraving so I got one saying You Rock Daddy! We love you! I forgot to turn the auto update off on the iTunes so now he has all my music on his iPod. That means entire albums of Blue's Clues, Laurie Berkner and Doodlebops. Yeah, he's not digging that music. I'll load him up with Metallica, Van Halen, Satch, etc.

I got my gift as well. Tickets to see Bon Jovi in March. I am so excited! I didn't know they were coming. If I knew, I probably wouldn't have said anything anyway. I don't do well with large crowds plus, the last concert we went to, we sat in nosebleed section. I don't deal well with heights either. Daughtry is opening for them so I'm sure that factored in to the husband's decision. It's cool though, I can hear my high school songs live! Hello Mr.Bongiovi, how you doin'?


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