I love my wife dearly. Mother of my child. Partner of my life.
Doesn't mean I can't occasionally frequently get the urge to shake her by the throat.
One of those frequent times I get that urge is when the topic of presents comes up. She wants gifts. She likes gifts. She appreciates gifts. BUT SHE IS MOTHERFUCKING IMPOSSIBLE TO BUY GIFTS FOR! This is because she doesn't like to ask for things. Where "ask for" includes "leaving any kind of a clue of any sort as to what she really wants".
So year after year in our marriage I've had to struggle, sweat, and strain to just buy her a fucking birthday present, often getting that bland "that's nice" smile for my efforts. (Note: she doesn't come out and complain about any of the presents I buy she doesn't really like. It's just obvious in short order that the present was not something she was interested in.)
Enter this year. Where I have a spy. My son is old enough and (barely) smart enough to act as my agent, see. So I told him to watch what mommy's gaze lingers on when she takes him shopping and report back to me. Last week I struck paydirt: my wife took my son out to look at things and along the way got distracted by a jade exposition. And very nearly purchased something.
My son nearly had a joygasm at being useful (for a change) and could hardly wait to tell me about it. We then took a stealth trip out to the exposition so I could see the specific things my wife was looking at. The prices at the exposition were stupidly high, but I saw the general kinds of things my wife was looking at and started searching for options.
Meet my wife's new birthday present: