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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Well, the gift is for Tim. He doesn't wear jewlery, buys books, movies and music at an astonishing clip, has beautiful clothes, doesn't need any knick knacks, I can't make something with the alotted time, and I know he does wear comfy loungey pants when he's up late writing.
Other than comfy flannel jammies, I'm unsure what else he'd like. I could toss in some homemade cookies.
I am sneezing my brains out. And I didn't even spill the pepper this time (you know the cliche about pepper making you sneeze? It does me. In fact, pepper in an omelet will make me sneeze. So weird.)
I think pjs are like cash gifts at weddings: it depends on the giver and the receiver. Which is no help at all.
I know he does wear comfy loungey pants when he's up late writing.
In that case, I think you should label them "killing jammies" and perhaps add some bloodstains.
ION, Travelocity can bite me. After spending too much time dithering over flights, dealing with crappy javascript and browsers and far too many travel websites, I finally bought my tickets. And I'm quite happy with them. So now Travelocity sends me an email with purported flights to my destination that are a wee bit cheaper. Feh. OTOH, they'd probably make me have eightymillion layovers, one in Chicago (NEVER AGAIN NOT EVEN TO GO THERE,) make me fly out at ohdarkthirty and then overbook the flights too.
So I'm happy. Yes, I am. Stupid capricious airtravel.
And I still haven't figured out xmas. Oy. Skip the parents, skip the brother family or spend 5 days flying all the fuck over.
Baked goods are always good fallback presents. Except fruitcake.
I LIKE FRUITCAKE.
Maybe I should go lie down.
My momma makes a mean fruitcake. Mean, as in gets you tipsy but doesn't drive you home.
How does that differ from who women are used to receiving clothing from?
Judging from how all the women here except Cindy responded, I'd say in how the gift would be received. But I have run into more instances of women being given clothes by people outside those limits.
My mother gives me clothes. Her and my sister are it for anyone that's given me clothes twice in my adult life. Your list of who gives men clothes is more like who gives me clothes than the obviously compromised list of people to whom I've given clothes--all platonic friends, and I think all male too, if memory serves.
Yeah, all three others. Which seems so few--even when I remind myself they're two hours long.It really does. I am thinking, "Not many shows!" and then I realize its eight hours sitting there... Still not enough but that is just me liking the show.
I think the jammie pants, plus yummy treats, for Tim sound perfect. After all, useful *and* thoughtful.