The lovely Mrs. Donahue is all up in my grill because she doesn't know what to get me for Christmas. I promise, I'm not holding out – I really don't know.
I know I'm hard to shop for because I rarely find anything that I *want* for Christmas. I don't know why that is exactly, but I think it's because I tend to talk myself out of a lot things that initially spark my interest.
What's a boy to do?!