My wife just earned her certified public accountant’s accreditation, plus it’s her birthday next week. So I’m on the hook for presents big-time. Trouble is, I’m out of ideas. Not just short of gifting notions, mind you, but bereft. Back when we were courting my go-to plan was always a book of poetry. But we’ve run through Byron, Shelley, Keats, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Emily Dickinson, Yeats and a whole lot of Shakespeare. Matter of fact, I think we’re down to Rudyard Kipling; shoot, I almost gave Victoria a copy of Charge of the Light Brigade on our anniversary last year. ... So the sad, sad truth, the dirty lowdown, is that I’m gonna have to resort to gift cards/Steve Crump, Twin Falls Times-News. More here.
Question (for men): Do special days in which your wife is expecting a gift cause you to panic?