John is not very helpful when it comes to giving me ideas for what he wants for Christmas:
John: I could use a shirt.
Me: Okay. What kind of shirt?
John: A nice one?
Excellent. Let me scratch “ugly shit” off my list then.
“I don’t really want anything, Shauna. Don’t worry about it.”
“I use some socks and underwear. Yeah, that’s what I need…”
“Ummmmm…..” (4 1/2 seconds later he is completely distracted by two hockey teams he cares nothing about who are bashing it out on television. No ideas are presented).
Dude does NOT want to help a girl out. One of these Christmases he’s going to get package after package of underwear…