My husband's birthday is coming up at a point this month. He's becoming more and more difficult to buy gifts for. He has, in my view, absolutely everything he needs. Our house has so much "stuff" already, and most all of it could be classified as "his" other than shared household furniture (and the like), a few stray things (like my jewelry and clothes) and my culinary-related stuff, which he also benefits from. There's no room for any new art. Though he loves tech gizmos, I have no idea what to buy and he'd far prefer buying that stuff, himself. I'm at a stage in my life when I'd like to follow my parents' past custom by just letting each other buy what we want for our own birthdays and Christmas. But Hubby is like a little boy in his excitement for wrapped surprise gifts. Ugh! Call me Scrooge, but this is how I feel. We may be traveling to France in the near future, but I can't get away with calling that a birthday gift for him. MAYBE a Christmas gift to each other???? Of course I could write him some poem, or the like, but that wouldn't be quite enough. Even France is less a vacation than a mission, of sorts. It's like pulling teeth to ever get him to give me a wish list.