2024-02-22 09:28:00
My husband Nikolai always knew how to guess with a gift for any celebration. I prefer to know exactly what a person needs. Otherwise, instead of joy, my surprise causes bewilderment.
We have a tradition of giving each other travel gifts for our birthdays. It seems like it’s for the birthday boy, but actually it’s for the two of us. So we went to Baikal, Altai and Kamchatka, visited Pukhket, the Dominican Republic and China.
But with other holidays it’s not so simple. On March 8, a husband can easily get by with a certificate to a beauty salon or cosmetics store. And February 23rd is a real test for me.
Once I gave Nikolai a gym membership for three months. I wonder how many times he attended classes? No one.
Another year, I “blessed” a fishing enthusiast with an excellent spinning rod, but as luck would have it, it was then that his friend and eternal companion left forever for another region. And my husband doesn’t like to travel alone.
But I’m not the only one who doesn’t get a gift for Defender of the Fatherland Day. My husband’s mother is always buying him weird clothes. Either jeans that are three sizes too big, or a shirt that went out of fashion thirty years ago.
– Order a gift directly. So you take it and say that you need a tie of burgundy color, with orange diamonds, the size of such and such, and with the indication of the store,” I advised my husband, who was upset and sorting through surprises from his mother, friends, colleagues, and, well, from me.
What was missing here? Two thermal mugs with different designs, a huge scratchy scarf, a large bottle of whiskey, a set of skewers and a sweater that was too small for my husband.
I didn’t guess with the sweater, I confess. However, there is still an opportunity to change. But the scarf, which was incredibly prickly, “but warm” – greetings from Nikolai’s mother. My mother-in-law gave my non-drinking husband whiskey. I still had a conversation with her on this topic.
I didn’t even know whether to laugh or cry. Well, the truth is – this is some kind of karmic bad luck. Not a single item given on February 23rd suited him. Only a rational approach might cure this February “curse”.
– So, my dear. Open any marketplace and write directly from the list indicating the article number and sizes what you would be happy to receive as a gift! – I said firmly, thrusting the tablet under Nikolai’s nose.
“It’s somehow inconvenient,” my modest husband doubted.
– It’s uncomfortable to wear a sweater two sizes too small and a scarf with hedgehog pile, but telling people what to give you is convenient. Moreover, on the list you will have items for any budget. Even a pen with the head of a parrot costs two hundred rubles, or leather covers for a car cost several tens of thousands,” I summed up.
The husband sighed and got to work. But soon I got carried away and wrote down a very significant list. Of course, we did not intend to send this list to the same colleagues. But I, my mother, my sister and those closest to me had to get acquainted with it.
There was simply no chance of repeating it, because Nikolai wrote regarding twenty positions. I looked at the list with curiosity, because I was given the honorable right to familiarize myself with it first. So, well, of course, I won’t give him a diary – let Colin’s nephew “take” the gift for 500 rubles.
And I won’t wear underpants with lint – my mother-in-law will choose that one hundred percent. I definitely won’t buy sneakers – I’m sure Alexey, my husband’s friend, will give them to me. And I’ll give him a cauldron for pilaf.
We often go outdoors, and Nikolai has a passion for cooking pilaf. Great idea, let him train. Kazan was at the very bottom of the list – which was for the best. This means that no one will definitely lay eyes on my gift.
However, who would have thought that the very bottom position would seem so attractive to everyone. The first to proudly present the cauldron to the beloved son on February 23 were his mother and father. Nikolai’s joy knew no bounds.
When he received the same surprise from me, he was also happy. I almost fell out of my chair when I saw my sister and nephew. They, beaming with joy, poured this huge cauldron to Nikolai.
At work, my husband was given a set of pens by colleagues. How he rejoiced at them, because they brought some variety to this stream of cauldrons.
By the way, all three cauldrons were useful to Nikolai at the same time in the summer of the same year. We were invited to a wedding at a recreation center. My husband proudly managed three pilafs.
And, by the way, the “curse” of unsuccessful gifts was lifted following those very cauldrons. Probably because we not only began to ask our dear Kolya what he needed, but also consulted among ourselves.
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