Anyway....where I was going with the last post.
Did you note the way I said for the past three years my office has done "Frostie's Friends" and I've participated in now for the second time?
That's because the first year, times were lean. Dr. Mad Scientist had quit his job to go back to school and Moochie was just a wee little Mooch.
But the years we've been able to breathe a little easier--it's been fun to go shopping for little boys other than my own (I still can't bring myself to pick girls out of the pile of letters--I don't know girl stuff! Yet...).
Bottom line of the "breathe easier" Christmases? We don't really NEED anything.
But the Vector Neighbors have different ideas.
I've tried to politely rebuff their bout of gift diarrhea they will inevitably bestow upon Chunky and Moochie.
One would think one small gift would be ample. No, no, not with Vector Neighbors.
Last year they gave the boys more presents than Santa did.
And they managed to derail one large present Santa bought for Moochie by buying him the same thing--a little ride-on bike.
The both of them just irk me. Last year Male Vector Neighbor gave me shit (did I blog about this?) for buying Moochie a set of play pots and pans and toy food. Apparently those are "girl" toys.
Really? Encouraging a boy to cook is feminine? Try Best Husband Ever training!
So because of this, I feel like they're trying to somehow "correct" what Dr. Mad Scientist and I ( and Santa!) give the boys for Christmas.
This year Female Vector Neighbor has been trying to pump me for gift ideas for the boys.
I've been mum.
She was nice enough to run one idea by me before she wasted her money; she wanted to buy Chunky a cell phone.
I kiboshed that one really quick. I mean WTH is he going to call???
And Grandma B. will love this. The new quilt she made Moochie for his big boy bed?
Have you had enough of the Brothers Bez hamming it up in pictures? What a pair of schmoes!
Even though I've told Vector Neighbor he DOESN'T NEED IT, she wants to buy him a Spongebob bed-set.
I mean I don't mean to sound ungrateful, but it's smothering, and it's disgusting.
I'm already researching charities to give away any unneeded "stuff" they insist on dumping upon our boys. There are kids out there getting squat or squatting themselves who could use it more than our boys.
One bright spot of the annoyance that is our neighbors.
Happy flippin' Christmas.