This shiksa is being treated as a Hanukkah Princess right here right now.
Despite being together for a hundred years, or perhaps because we've been together for a hundred years, Salty D. always says he doesn't know what to get me for Hanukkah presents.
Hanukkah is eight crazy nights, which means, for us, eight crazy gift exchanges. That's a lot of pressure, I guess.
I don't think I'm hard to buy for. But I gave him the following list anyway.
Blaugra's Hanukkah Wishes
- Pedicure
- Fruit
- Coffee (really good)
- Olive oil
- Flannel PJs
- Go to a movie with me, please
- Delicious chocolate
- Dried mango
- Manchego cheese
- Ahava body lotion
- Sparkling Italian fancy water
- An incredible hamburger
- Kind bars
- Old Navy because I like my clothes made by child laborers in Bangladesh
- Himalayan salt
- Gasolina
- Mike and Ike's
- Salsa
- Pink Champagne, because why not?
This is just part of the list of gift ideas I gave to D. I mean, I gave him a lot of options. Seriously.
It's the sixth night of Hanukkah now, and while I watch the candles burn, I will reveal that he is following some of my suggestions. I've happily accepted the gift of pink Champagne. I'm not supposed to drink much of anything but I figure if I'm going to tie one on some night, why not a big bottle of pink bubbly? How Princess is that?