PART ONE: BAR/BAT MITZVAH GIFTS
Darling Mr. Grumpypants popped into my office recently and peered over my shoulder to find out what in God’s name I could possibly be ordering now, as he thinks I’ve already bought the whole internet. Luckily, at that moment he didn’t catch me in the act of surreptitiously reeling in another pair of Stewies, nor adding to my infinite collection of couture shades (I never, ever lose ’em and have Ray-Bans dating all the way back to college). But my purchase drew his ire, nonetheless. I, as it turns out, was doing my weekly purchase of Amazon gift cards for that weekend’s bar and bat mitzvahs.
With my boys on the bar/bat mitzvah circuit for the…