This year for Christmas I got my wife new non-stick cookware
that I will personally use almost one hundred percent more than she will. For
some reason, that made me think of Christmas three years ago when I gave my
wife a new shower mirror for me.
Here’s the explanation. Enjoy!
December 25, 2013
Of all the modern-day Christmas miracles out there, the one
that stands out the most to me is the female of the species. Sure, there are
many miraculous things about women - childbirth, ability to multi-task, speed
of emotional state changes, willingness to ask directions, and the list goes on
and on. But I’m talking about a very specific skillset that women have, that
gets highlighted during the holidays - The ability to wrap gifts.
Sure, anyone with opposable thumbs can wrap a box up with
paper, but women possess the unique ability to do it without having it end up
looking like it was done by a drugged chimpanzee with an unnatural love for
Scotch tape.
I am a reasonably smart guy, insofar as I can brush my own
teeth and dress myself. I can drive a car, heat up canned food without burning
the house down (knock on wood), and even do algebra problems with less than two
variables. I was trained by a world-class university in California to be an
engineer, and they even gave me a diploma. (Although it was never signed...
When I asked them about that, they said, “Just take it and go!”)
Legitimate college diploma or not, you would think that a
man who can set his own alarm clock would be able to get better at gift
wrapping as the years went on. Sadly, that is not the case. I seem to be
getting worse, actually. I don’t even bother trying to put bows on gifts
anymore. The bow was meant to increase a gift’s appeal – adding to its beauty.
My attempts at bows have the exact opposite effect, making the gift look even
more like it was attacked by wolverines prior to ending up under the Christmas
tree.
I apparently lack every skill necessary to make a present
look attractive, because I can’t even use gift bags correctly. When they first
became popular I thought gift bags were my salvation, until my wife informed me
that you must put tissue paper on top of the gift, and have some of it stick
out of the top of the bag. Sounds simple enough, and she makes it look so easy,
but try as I might I cannot even put a simple piece of tissue paper in a bag
and have it protrude properly. It always ends up looking like I am giving you
an unwanted bag of used tissue paper instead of an enticing and mysterious
gift.
There is an upside to my total lack of skill with wrapping
paper, however. I am never asked to help with the Santa gifts. We want
Christmas to remain magical for as long as possible with our boys, and even my
five-year-old would know something was amiss when he saw my ridiculously
lopsided end folds.
I only had to wrap one present this year. I took my time,
concentrated, started over a few times, and it still looks like I wrapped it
with my feet. I am just never going to be good at it. While I may be horrible
with the wrapping paper, I must say, I am a genius when it comes to the gift
itself. This year I got my wife the gift of life. My life.
What better gift for a spouse than a gift that helps ensure
her partner will be around for many more years to walk through this crazy world
with her, hand in hand? What magical gift is this, you may ask? The answer is
simple. I bought my wife a new shower mirror for me.
Confused? So was she. Go figure.
It’s really quite simple. We have a mirror in our shower
that I use to shave. It’s a 6-inch round plastic-framed mirror that is attached
to the shower wall at my face level with a suction cup. The suction cup is
getting old. Twice in the last few months, the suction cup has failed to do its
job of sucking, and the mirror has fallen off the wall and loudly down onto the
floor of the shower. Both times this happened it was the middle of the night.
When the shower mirror bangs around at the bottom of the shower in the middle
of the night, the glass shower walls have an amplifying effect that makes it
sound as if a truck has just driven through the wall of the bathroom and completely
destroyed the shower.
When I hear a truck drive through the wall of our house and
obliterate our shower in the middle of the night, I sit bolt upright in bed
with my heart going approximately five thousand beats per minute. Over the roar
of the blood jack-hammering in my ears I hear my wife mumble, “It’s just your
shower mirror,” as she casually rolls over to go back to sleep. I have no idea
how she stays so calm, but I am positive that my heart cannot take a third
shower mirror suction cup failure.
So, to ensure that my wife has a live husband going forward,
I bought her a new shower mirror. This time with a more permanent wall
attachment than a suction cup.
Thoughtful? I thought so. All she said was, “Oh look. You
gave yourself a new mirror. What a great gift for me.”
I assumed that she would have immediately understood the
underlying implications of a long and happy marriage that will be given to us
by this simple new mirror, but her tone of voice seemed more than a little
sarcastic. Hmm…
Well, it might not have been the most well-received gift
ever, but at least the wrapping job sucked.
Merry Christmas, baby.
See you soon,
-Smidge
Copyright © 2016 Marc Schmatjen
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