The White Wabbit thought she might buy one for herself - to help Her sisters escape the S-E-X trade. Too much S-E-X is not good for anybody; those girls needed a chance. She ordered three......no, let's make it thirty-three......wallets, just to be sure.
Perhaps a romantic dinner for two would do the trick? They had been planning to check out the Chef's table at Arbour - Husband-Slash-Boyfriend reminded her she had a gig that night, and he would be humping band gear around in the afternoon and then again in the evening.
How about drinkies with friends the day before then? He reminded her of the tea tasting she had agreed to do for the local kindergarten on that day.
W.W "Oh yes, yes.....lol, I do remember that."
H.S.B "You forgot, didn't you?"
W.W "Don't be silly; of course I remembered."
H.S.B "Really? What did you say you would serve them then?"
W.W "Things........food.......food like things.......OH, ALL RIGHT, I FORGOT! I have too many carrots in the air. Monday! What about the day after? We could take a day off and do something........."
H.S.B "Hmmmm. I think I am having drone practice with Warren that day; sorry."
W.W "Well, you tell him to keep that thing away from our house. Last time he flew it through our bedroom window and it gave me a haircut!"
The White Wabbit was just a little bit afraid if Warren's drone; it was like a member of the Klu Klux Klan - shaving people's hair off and mowing them down in its terrifying, shiny, white wake.
W.W " TUESDAY then! It's a great deal for going to two movies - one after the other. You can have ice cream and salted peanuts."
Husband-Slash-Boyfriend loved salted peanuts - he had little stashes of them in his office.
H.S.B " They don't do salted peanuts any more at the movies.........."
He looked sadder than the neighbours' Labradore, left behind on the opening day of Duck-shooting season.
W.W "Wednesday! We can go dancing"
Husband-Slash-Boyfriend gave her a withering look. She had been less than kind when it came to his sense of rhythm. Perhaps she should leave that one alone.
The White wabbit gnawed on her carrot......thinking.......cake day.......thinking.......carrot.......thinking........cake day.......thinking........carrot.......cake day........CARROT CAKE!
Husband-Slash-Boyfriend LOVED carrot cake; smothered in cream cheese frosting. It made him happy - he would emit involuntary rapturous sounds whilst smacking his lips and sucking on his fork with each mouthful.
Perhaps she would also buy him some socks - just in case.