Hot Potato
I can tell when Brandon has bought me a gift, because the moment he does, it becomes like a hot potato. He can't stand to hold on to it, so long as I'm within 20 feet. So, last night when I got home, before I even had a chance to take off my shoes, he presented me with my first birthday gift. I was actually happy that he'd waited until two days before my birthday (all because of a shipping mishap, but still) and so I accepted the gift even though I generally like to wait. It's the new Killers CD. I haven't listened to it completely yet, but so far I like it.
Brandon was talking the other day about the difficulty he's had trying to come up with a birthday gift for me. He mentioned that he'd considered getting concert tickets, but the show he was considering takes place in Atlanta the day that he's flying to Washington DC for the SBL conference. Death Cab for Cutie, I guessed. I'd looked up their tour dates, too. He smiled. So that would have been a good gift. Still, it was sweet of him to think of it.
Brandon was talking the other day about the difficulty he's had trying to come up with a birthday gift for me. He mentioned that he'd considered getting concert tickets, but the show he was considering takes place in Atlanta the day that he's flying to Washington DC for the SBL conference. Death Cab for Cutie, I guessed. I'd looked up their tour dates, too. He smiled. So that would have been a good gift. Still, it was sweet of him to think of it.
