Since Christmas is fast approaching, faster than my preparations are going, I’m going to let Slim Randles entertain you, while I dash off to bake some cookies. Mine won’t be quite as pretty as these, but I’ll do my best.
This post from Slim is a repeat of one from a few years ago, but I thought it was a perfect one to follow last week’s story of how my hubby surprised me one Christmas. Grab a cookie and enjoy…
When it comes to romantic flops, it’s hard to beat ol’ Dud. He and Anita have been married for about five years now, but sometimes we question why she puts up with him. He has all the courtship skills of a flea collar.
“Dud Campbell,” Anita said the other night, “what are you getting me for Christmas?”
“Now Honey, it wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, would it?”
“That means you haven’t bought it yet, doesn’t it?”
“Well, I won’t say I have and I won’t say I haven’t, but, uh, don’t get in that cupboard out in the garage now…”
“I won’t, Dud,” she said.
Ten minutes later, Dud was flipping his coffee cup upright and sliding into his place in the line of scrimmage at the philosophy counter of the Mule Barn truck stop.
“I’m dead meat, guys,” he said.
We inquired as to why this emotional putrefaction should be setting in, and he said, “I don’t have anything for Anita for Christmas and I have no idea what to get her.”
“Let’s look at this scientifically for a moment,” said Steve. “What kinda stuff does she like?”
“Uh … well … “
“You don’t know, do you?” said Doc.
“Not a clue.”
“Does she read? You can pick up a couple of books.”
“I don’t really know. I never really paid attention.”
“Does she knit?”
“I got it,” said Herb Collins. “You can get her a gift certificate to a store and let her pick out her own gift.”
“She said if I ever did anything so insensitive, she’d brain me with a skillet.”
So Dud headed home, only to find the garage door open and Anita standing there holding his brand-new Homelite XL Chainsaw. He only had time enough to mumble “Our father…” when Anita set it down gently and flung herself in his arms.
“Oh Honey, how did you know I wanted a Homelite XL with automatic oiler and a 16-inch bar? I couldn’t help myself. I looked in the cupboard and found it. It’s just what I’ve always wanted.”
“Well, Darlin’,” Dud said in his most debonair voice, “I do try to be sensitive to your needs.”
Brought to you by the Homelite XL Chainsaw, which fended off the Alaska cold for ten years for this family. Found at Home Depot and Wal-Mart.
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Slim Randles is a veteran newspaperman, hunting guide, cowboy and dog musher. He was a feature writer and columnist for The Anchorage Daily News for 10 years and guided hunters in the Alaska Range and the Talkeetna Mountains. A resident of New Mexico now for more than 30 years, Randles is the prize-winning author of a dozen books, and is host of two podcasts and a television program.