Wild Card/Thursday

I have most of my Christmas shopping finished 10 days before show time, Sunday morning, Dec. 25. It wasn’t always this way. I once was one of those frantic husbands who rushed into picked-over department stores to find something — anything! — to fill packages to shove under the tree. Then I turned my fretting over to Amy Dearest. I give her the money. She does the shopping. She loves shopping. I don’t. She always finds great gifts for Mrs. O at great prices. Mrs. O chides me for not handling the shopping myself. But I don’t think she really minds. I occasionally remind her of that dreadful gift I bought her in Lewiston when she was pregnant for Christmas 1983. That ends the conversation. BTW, wild horses couldn’t drag out of me what that present was. Now for your Wild Card …