The Best Gifts I've Ever Given My Wife, Part 2

I have gotten so many blowjobs for this one. ... I joke, I joke. But my wife has definitely described this hair straightening brush as "life-changing." It heats up in 30 seconds and you can literally straighten your hair by brushing it. Apparently, this configuration makes it much easier to smooth and sleek the unruly locks at the back of one's head, plus is much easier to maneuver that traditional flat-paneled straightening irons.

Also, the straightening brush's bristles have 3 levels of heat to choose from on the lower 3/4 of their posts, but the tops are capped with a heat-proof material you can touch and press against without getting burnt.

I got my wife the dark green one, and she calls it "My Pouf." She rarely sits on it, but "adore[s] the image it creates, both complementing and contrasting with the colors and textures of the living room's rattan chair, gold-flecked couch, and assorted pillows." I think she thinks it really ties the room together.

I, on the other hand, sit on the the pouf stool frequently to Mr. Rogers my shoes on and off, and so can warn you that its 3 legs do not render it the most stable piece of furniture. I almost tip over every time I use it. I think this is another attribute of the My Pouf my wife likes.

At first I regretted giving She-Ra: Princess of Power a set of 3 of TOMAZIN Woodshop's round wood floating shelves because I realized as soon as she opened them that I would have to drill the holes and hang them for her. But. The hardware (included) and process were pretty simple, and she is happy to have a minimalist and elegant spot on the kitchen wall to feature the small plants she keeps buying from the grocery store and killing a week later.

The reasons I gave the PediPocket Blanket as a gift to my wife are: 1) she is always cold; and 2) she has feet that, all winter, and even most of the summer, feel like they exist inside their own invisible cryogenics chamber. This is mostly not my problem, except - except! - when we are on the couch together and she touches me with them. Whoosh! It takes my breath away. Makes me feel like I'm in a Wim Hof workshop. So basically I gave her the PediPocket Blanket so she can stay warm and keep her damn feet to herself.

Normally I would disregard a game like Toilet Tag, especially given its rampant use of the word "potty" in its descriptions. For example: Toilet Tag is a "game for adults who share the same potty." For another example: Toilet tag is "a funner way to potty." For a third example: By playing Toilet Tag, "You'll grow even closer to your potty partner."

Yuck. For making a point to say this is a game for adults 17 and older only, Toilet Tag sure goes out of its way to write like it's addressing children.

But like I said, normally this is the type of foolish game I'd ignore. Presently though, my wife and I have been spending an inordinate amount of time together. Some of it is good times, some is why'd-we-get-married-again? times, and some is just quiet times. Alone together times because we're doing our own thing, or have just plain run out of stuff to talk about. And it's those times that have proven to be pretty alright Toilet Tag times.