Three months of housing me at no expense is worthy of everything and anything. He may argue that the company of Shea and I, and my wonderfully home cooked meals, are worth it. But, he is lying. I am not all that interesting, Shea sheds a lot, and my cooking, well, it ain't that great!
My dilemma is what the heck to get him. I'd like to stick cash in an envelope, but I know it won't go over well with him. With a stressful past year, I would like to get him something to help him relax. He has quit smoking cigars, so that is out. He has an endless supply of wine and that seems so cliche. That's out. So, my thought was maybe a nice, relaxing massage. Mind you, he is my father's brother. My father who will spend hours on pampering himself. My father, the self proclaimed metro-sexual.
I left the conversation with my father still unsure about what to do. His other suggestion was to get him books for unlimited car washes. Talk about the two extremes. So, all you non metro-sexuals, what do you think? Is a massage a worthy gift for a semi-stressed man? Or are car washes more appropriate?
I just know Jeff wouldn't want another man rubbing on him!
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