When I read about Orlebar Brown swim trunks in my Hamptons mag last month I eeemmediately earmarked a pair of the Classic Bulldogs as theee perfect anniversary gift for Babe...
But, then cut to a disheartening convo on the beach a few days ago with Dr. Party Pooper...
Babe: I know exactly what I'm getting you for an anniversary present
Moi: Annnd I know exactly what I'm getting you!
Babe: I don't want anything
Moi: GASP! But, I want to get you something
Babe: Your gift to me would be to not buy (sharp intake of breath) me (exhale with relief) anything
Moi: whining But I already had something special picked out for you that I really, really want to get
Babe: Well. You can get me what I want, which is nothing or, you can get me what you want which is really more for you
Moi: defiantly mumbling...I'll opt for the later thankyou
thought but, most definitely not spoken How else am I supposed to piggyback my pair of their Whippet Classic Short Shorts on his order???
Kindness of Babe who will understand that for alllllll of eternity, I will never, ever think, utter, or entertain that phrase, "I don't want anything" in reference to a gift receiving occasion. When God was handing out the ability to string those four words together, I musta had a doctors note excusing my absence...XXOO