Five of My Own: Good Gift...Great Card

My husband isn't very good at gift selection.

Gift giving... let's just say is not his love language.

Over the years I've been the recipient of;

a tackle box (in lieu of a Caboodle make up case...cause hey this one came with a free lure!),

an Epilady (a hair removal device now used in terrorist interrogations),

a universal voice activated remote control (ummm that's why I have a husband),

multiple fuzzy (by which I mean hideously ugly) bathrobes balanced by hustler magazine quality lingerie that required instructions starting with a "this end up label" (not to mention a tummy tuck and a spray tan),

a do it yourself pedicure foot bath (duh DIY?, what's the point of that?).

One year at Christmas he filled my stocking with oranges. Oranges?

But he's getting better.

And it's always a good start when the gift is in a blue box

Even if it doesn't actually arrive until the day after your birthday. (cough, cough)

And it turned out this year he did a great job!

I've been admiring the Tiffany key necklace's for a while so I was very happy when I opened the box.

Way better than an epilady.

BUT THE CARD,

<sigh>

the card was the best part of the gift by far!!

Honestly it was so good... I sort of didn't believe he wrote it.

But he did.

And I'm starting to think he might have found his love language after all, (and he might have a second career with Hallmark!)