The festivities continue

Mmm. Gift certificates. Daniel and I got a nice assortment of these for Christmas. Gap, Starbucks, HMV, Jacob. . . all good. Today we braved the post-boxing day crowds to try to redeem them. It was hard work. Daniel is extremely fussy about clothes, and every time we found a shirt that he liked, the stock was so picked over that there were only XXS and XXL sizes left. We gave up on that one. HMV was also a difficult one, because there are so many good CDs and movies to choose from. We gave up on that too. We're going to wait for King Kong to come out on DVD. That way I can zip past all the icky bugs/swamp worms and get to the parts where I can bawl like a baby (basically whenever Kong and Anne are on the screen together).

I keep interrupting my typing to tell Daniel to be quiet, and he told me to add to this blog entry how annoying I find him right now. What he likes to do is say, "Well, you see, that's the problem." I can never keep it straight whether his irritating phrases are from Napolean Dynamite, or from Office Space. Apparently, this particular line came from Kip. Daniel likes to say it a lot. He'll say it for no reason at all, in response to nothing. He also likes to start the phrase at a very high pitch, which he sustains for a long time.

"WWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLL you see. . . "

It's hard to take, to say the least. And he just said it about 5 times in a row. I feel better now for having talked about it. Maybe I can pre-empt future irritation by adding that he also likes to say "GOSH!" (in a frustrated tone) often. And "Um, yeah. . . " like the boss in Office Space.

I've gotten distracted from my original gift certificate topic, but it's probably more entertaining to read about my domestic frustrations instead of my shopping lists. I'm so grateful that Daniel doesn't have a blog, or care to vent about all of the annoying things I do and say. That would be trouble.