(un)domesticated goddess-ish is about the life of a 20 something single city girl gone *gulp* soon-to-be-wed mountain step-mom.
No matter how old WE get, opening presents will never get old. I guess something's supposed to happen inside of us where we get more joy out of watching others open gifts. Listen, I might LOOK like I'm unwrapping your gift slowly because I want to "save the bow", or am "embarrassed all eyes are on me", but my in my mind, I'm freaking out like a cat chases a laser.
I think we get smarter about gift-giving as we get older, though. And by that I mean, we order things online for ourselves, forget about it, then when they arrive, do a little happy dance. Because what's better than an I-just-got-paid gift to you FROM you?!
Which brings me to the point of this story - or at least the start of it. This is new to me but as an engaged couple, friends and family start buying gifts from your registry no matter what the occasion. Birthday? Registry. Christmas? Registry. Just-because? Registry (and sometimes Bloomies). It's magnificent. I feign surprise but we all know it's something I already know I'll love.
The only bummer about having a registry more than a year ahead of our wedding is we have to actually WAIT for people to get us stuff. And normally, that'd be fine! But a lot of what we registered for is actually pretty critical to daily life. You know, like heated towel racks and napkin rings.
So Dave started taking matters into his own hands. He quickly developed this habit where whenever he's mid-activity and realizes he doesn't have the appropriate gear (told you gear would be a reoccurring theme), he Amazon Prime's it. I thought nothing of it at first; we needed a gallon container because we drink so much tea - makes sense. A few days later, I get a text that we had a Cold Brew Maker en route. He ordered that after I made iced coffee incorrectly. Plus I guess it'd be nice to have cold coffee during summer....fine.
But there was no reprieve; he could not stop. Soon, instead of heads up's or explanations, I just started getting links to purchased items, like mason jars, 'cause "I'm gonna pickle stuff for us, babe!", and a grilled cheese melting dome because, I guess that one should be obvious to me? When the dome arrived and he realized he'd actually ordered a CHEESEBURGER melting dome, he didn't waste a beat. He pulled up the app and - click - ordered a bigger one. "It'll be here in two days, babe!" Super. We kept the cheeseburger dome, though; never know when a single-serving cheeseburger craving might strike.
Mind you, this was all over the course of about a week and a half. But this compulsive behavior was snowballing. His smaller purchases were merely prep for something much, MUCH bigger. I should have seen it coming. Is this how hoarding starts? Should I have held an intervention?
You see, we'd been talking in circles about getting a smoker, and now that the weather was warming up, we knew we needed to pull the trigger soon. So naturally I was excited when I got the text linking to THE smoker.....
And all the tools...
And the cookbooks...
And the fish-safe shelf....?
And a dozen varieties of wood chips?
All I can say is I better be eating three Michelin star-rated Salmon and veggies from this point on.