Michael and I aren’t huge on Christmas. Maybe it’s because we live in an apartment, don’t have kids, and neither of our families are big Christmas-celebrators, but we don’t really do the tree (although M did get a ridiculously cute little tree last year), stockings, huge pile of presents deal.
We just do little gifts. Spread out over a period of time.The present-giving started over Thanksgiving with my onesie. Awesome.
Then Michael came home with giant box last night.
I’ve wanted these for a while now even though Michael thought I was silly for wanting glorified rainboots. Meh.
Of course I had to run over to Bloomingdale’s immediately and pick up the wellie stockings to go inside them – I got them in cream knit fleece.
Now if only San Francisco would rain a little more. Soon please?
I gifted him with a pair of Nike under armor-like tights last night. For running. I know you’ve seen those men running around in extremely tight leggingesque workout wear. Completely obscene. But Michael has been complaining about how it’s 40 degrees out in the morning and too cold for his morning run.
Not anymore. Last night he was marveling at how odd his legs feel encased in spandex. I hope it makes it more aerodynamic so he can run faster. He definitely looks like he can run faster.
I’m snapping a pic of him tomorrow morning. I can’t wait. It’s going to be amazing.