A Whisper (or shout) In Santa's Ear

Well, I have been Christmas shopping in the comfort of my own home (only because there is no shopping in Durango. . .I'm missing the Branson outlet malls).

BeBe. . .check
PaPa. . .check
Gran'ma. . .check
Pops. . .check
GoGo. . .check
Andy. . .check
Kids. . .stocking stuffers are more fun to buy in person (not on the internet)

I have a birthday AND Christmas coming up and I am getting this beautiful table (different chairs) for the next decade worth of occasions! I love it and I cannot wait to have a table to eat at as a family (the kitchen floor is getting cold). I love my table and I am so excited to have some heirloom quality furniture! I am so proud of it!

It won't be here until March, though, and I am really itching to have something in my stocking.

I really want these stacking birth stone rings from Andy, so I'm blogging about it in case he reads this or in case any of his mentors read this! And. . .just to make sure we are on the same page. . .I want GOLD and size 7 and our months are: April, May (once we officially fix Tiki's birthday), June, September & November. I think that covers the needed details! :) So, there is my not so subtle hint! Oh, I guess he needs the website: www.redenvelope.com!

(Little note to Andy: you will have to order two sets of rings. . .a three ring set and then a two ring set. . .apparently you can't have five kids and wear pretty rings.)

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