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There are so many personality flaws that I could write about here, but I thought I would write about my gift receiving issues.

I love giving gifts.  I love spending time making or finding the perfect something for someone.  On the other hand, I am not a good gift recipient.  Well, that is not entirely correct, I am not a good gift recipient when it comes to gifts from my husband.  I am embarrassed about how horrible I am.

Evan tries really, really hard to please me at gift giving occasions.  One of the first Christmases we were together, he gave me a water filter pitcher (because he knows that I am bad about drinking enough water and he wanted to make the process more palatable to me) and a huge set of gel pens (because I really love gel pens), but I wanted something more smooshy/lovey/gooey and thus wasn’t happy.

One year, Evan gave me this really nice tabletop easel because I had been playing around with painting.  I cried, not because of the thoughtfulness of the gift, but because I felt like he was pressuring me to be some great artist.

A couple of years ago, Evan gave me a nice quilt for my birthday, but I made him take it back because it wasn’t the specific one I had told him I had wanted.

Last year for my birthday, Evan gave me a digital camera.  My old camera kept turning itself off when I was trying to take a picture and he knew it had been driving me crazy.  I kept the camera in the box for a few days while I considered whether I was being too greedy to want a new digital camera when my other one was still mostly functional.  (This is another personality quirk of mine.  I hate getting a new version of something,  if I already have it, even if my old version is pretty much dead.  I feel guilty because it feels like cheating to me.)  When I opened up the camera, I didn’t even take it out of the box to look at it.  I just set it aside.

The fact that Evan even bothers to give me gifts at all is a testament to the truly wonderful man that I married.  I certainly don’t deserve them.

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In the upcoming weeks, I plan to follow Maggie Mason’s book in order to spice up my blog posts a bit.

I’m starting with #1 from the book, Reign supreme.

When I am queen, people will not be allowed to wear those cyborg cell phone ear pieces when they are not doing something that completely prevents them from using their hands to hold the damn cell phone to their ear.  If you are not actually talking on the phone, the cyborg device must immediately be removed from your ear.

When I am queen, people will put ketchup, no mustard on hot dogs.  Mustard is gross. If people must have mustard on their hot dogs, they will take care not to contaminate the ketchup pump with disgusting mustard.  The same thing goes for the knives used at sandwich shops.   Yuck.

When I am queen,  the edge of the top sheet will always be folded neatly over the top of the duvet.  In fact, the duvet cover and top sheet will have little snaps so that they stay together.  I hate dangling top sheets.

When Evan is queen, people will always fully pronounce the word probably.  People that say prolly or probly make Evan’s teeth hurt.

I’ll prolly think of some others later, but these are all the pet peeves I can think of right now.

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