Christmas shopping with Caleb is a bit hilarious. He stopped somewhere and ordered Americanos for us to drink while we shopped, which meant I spilled a little, burned my tongue right off the bat and was struggling to finish it even as I realized an hour later it was cold and somewhat not a great idea to have right after lunch.
Lunch was a leftover cinnamon bun that I had for breakfast earlier in the day, also as we had a long list and only a little time, further constricted by the fact that at every turn, if I stopped to look at something too long or said I liked something, Caleb would insist that he buy it for me and I had to talk him down from it every single time. It took ages and we weren't even finished when we were done and we ran out of daylight besides, pulling into the driveway just as the automatic dusk lights flickered warmly on, him profoundly frustrated by that time, and me worn to smithereens because I still have. this. fucking. cold.
But we did accomplish a little bit and anything else I can finish off overnight, as I'll probably still be awake.
Did you enjoy yourself? He texts me later.
You need to learn how to budget, I reply. You would spend a fortune if you buy everything you see that you like.
I don't. I only buy what YOU see that you like, he texts back.
I don't reply.
So it's a Bridget-budget, he texts. A Budget. A Bridget. A Bridgbut.
Give it up. You can't make a portmanteau out of that.
No I can't, he concedes and we're good.
Lunch was a leftover cinnamon bun that I had for breakfast earlier in the day, also as we had a long list and only a little time, further constricted by the fact that at every turn, if I stopped to look at something too long or said I liked something, Caleb would insist that he buy it for me and I had to talk him down from it every single time. It took ages and we weren't even finished when we were done and we ran out of daylight besides, pulling into the driveway just as the automatic dusk lights flickered warmly on, him profoundly frustrated by that time, and me worn to smithereens because I still have. this. fucking. cold.
But we did accomplish a little bit and anything else I can finish off overnight, as I'll probably still be awake.
Did you enjoy yourself? He texts me later.
You need to learn how to budget, I reply. You would spend a fortune if you buy everything you see that you like.
I don't. I only buy what YOU see that you like, he texts back.
I don't reply.
So it's a Bridget-budget, he texts. A Budget. A Bridget. A Bridgbut.
Give it up. You can't make a portmanteau out of that.
No I can't, he concedes and we're good.