The man only wanted shoes...and he got them. He did not want to be fussed over...and he wasn't...really...the man didn't want a party...we took him to dinner...alone....at the end of the day....he said, "Hmmm? I think I like it better when you fuss"....so, next year...I'll go back to fussing...who knew?...after 20 years of me fussing ...and him complaining that I "fussed"....it would all be solved if I would have just stopped.....wait til next year baby....
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