My father is the world's hardest person to buy gifts for. This morning at coffee, I asked him what he wanted for Christmas (for about the 50th time since Dec. 1, I might add). He said "Let me think about it..." after talking with the
Slat Rat for about 30 minutes while he cogitated, I asked him what he'd thought up.
"What was I supposed to be thinking about again?"
But thankfully, my
blogfriends supply me with ideas. My dad loves margaritas, and is
obsessed with snowmen, so
voila!
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