ungrateful wench

As a disclaimer: I already know that this post makes me sound like an unappreciative hag. I. Know.

I'll be packing tonight for a whirlwind trip to Kansas to hang out with my in-laws whom I adore. Really. And, for the record, I am completely done with my husband hinting, insinuating, flat out remarking that I don't want to be there. I do. Now, stop it!

But I am already all holidayed out.

What I'm not completely thrilled about is Christmas gifts just for the sake of buying a damn gift. I am done with the over commercialization of the holidays. I don't want another candle/frame/bath product. I don't want it something else to stick in the back of the closet or a shelf or worse. But I am thankful that I have a family that wants to give me presents. It just feels like they still don't really know me at all.

Here is some of what I would love to have for Christmas:

1. Cookbooks. About anything. Pies. Vintage Junior League. Local dishes. Sushi. Anything. I love to cook, and I love to read. Perfect.
2. Prohibition cocktail books. Do you sense a theme?
3. Bond. James Bond. I really want the entire James Bond DVD set.
4. Inappropriate shoes from JCrew.
5. Chunky cocktail rings. Some days I need that extra boost of bling.
5. Weekend in Marfa, Texas.
6. Sushi lessons so I can make my own.
7. Swimming lessons. I want to get back to competitive form.
8. Fancy bottle opener.
9. Flower pots and potting soil and seeds and flowers and shrubs.
10. Donation to a worthy cause.