Belinda's Blogspot: No Jocks & Socks. Please!

By the Bel

Right, this would have to be one of the top 3 most stressful times of
the year for me, and probably most Mothers, Australia-wide, agree. It’s
the lead up to Father’s day. (The other two stressful times being
their Partner’s Birthday and Christmas)

I’m TOTALLY stumped as to what to get my husband. The budget is rather
lean this year and his tastes run rather rich. So I have been racking
my brain as to what to buy him. To test the water I was browsing the
Myer catalogue and showed him the page of undies:

“How about some of these this year darl?”
“What? No! How would you like it if I bought you an iron for Mother’s day?”
“Fine, point taken.”

Poop! There goes plan A.

I looked in the DVD section of Big W. But he’d bought all the movie,
sporting , and motor racing DVD’s he wanted already.

Plan B gone.

I hit the websites, and I am starting to think the budget is cruising
down the runway in preparation to fly out the window and off into the
sunset. If I had unlimited funds I could get him a few hot laps in a
Lotus. Or I could find that box set of the Animaniacs TV series he’s
been longing for since it was released in the USA.

The one thing I am avoiding, at ALL costs is probably the gadget he  
wants more than anything: A USB Hub that looks like a tardis and makes
the tardis noise when it’s in use. I swear I will go Darlek on his
butt if he ever acquires one.

So, I have a few more days to find something that he won’t hate (I’ve

given up on finding something he’ll love) and something that won’t

make me turn into a strange-looking-homicidal-robot-thing with a laser stem where my nose should be.