My brother, who I truly love, just called me for the second time today trying to figure out what to buy our parents for x-mas. He hates the season, mainly because of the gift-giving aspects.
The funniest part is that we are getting together with my folks TOMORROW for the traditional gift exchange.
There is nothing like waiting for the last minute, is there.
I gotta give him credit for caring enough to want to get them something they will like, and I think it is adorable. But I just can't help but laugh at him as he runs around the store looking for gifts while I prompt him.
What a guy.