From my grandparents: a bathrobe. To be honest, this is nothing near the strangest in the family history. My mother's side is generally a little more reasonable (no Uncle Andrew), but notable standouts include a set of combs (seriously, there were like 11 of them, all in this spacey metallic blue) and a can of aerosol deodorant ('See, I have the same one! Now we can smell the same!'). This also happens to be the second time they have given me a bathrobe.
Hm. You know, when I read that over, it really doesn't seem that unusual. Bit of a trend, actually. Gifts with meaning.
From my dad: Okay, I'm not completely sure of the most basic rules of parenting, but I should think that not allowing your daughter to wear her telephone number on her chest ranks pretty high. So it's probably not a good idea to give her three different shirts with her (nick)name, address, phone number, e-mail address, and musical instruments of choice proudly emblazoned across the front. Of course, the shirts are all far too large, and there will be no giving these to thrift shops.
One might think that things don't get any more beautiful, but the fun didn't even stop there. More personalized items were to come: paper and office supplies primarily, but also a stack of bizarre cards with moose on them. My reaction was difficult to gauge (sort of a bewildered speechlessness), so I'm not sure my dad realizes just how deliriously happy this makes me.
From my mom: It's a clock. That runs counterclockwise. The numbers are all on backwards, and the hands move in the wrong direction.
With hazelnuts actually.
1 comment:
Aw, how great!
I'm very excited to see your mother's gift to you (:
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