We were all exchanging gifts on "Christmas" morning...with Peanut in the lead, outnumbering the adults 10 to 1 in gifts unwrapped. It's such fun to watch her excitement. There was one gift left to open, which was sitting next to my sister who was sitting with Peanut at the base of the Christmas tree. I misunderstood, thinking the remaining gift was for my sister. Turns out the gift was actually for me, from my sister (and brother-in-law, of course).
We do joint gifts a lot in our family when it comes to the couples, so as I sat down to unwrap the gift, I clarified if it was just for me or for Hubs too. My sister told me it was mostly for me, but a little for Hubs. Fair enough.
Look what I got:
And I am just staring at the box, turning it over to read all the details of the new little appliance all the while wracking my brain of how I can graciously ask for the receipt. Brewing a cup of coffee in the shower? Um, no thank you. I am ALL about multi-tasking, but that just takes the cake. Several minutes later, my sister is still going on and on about how much she loves hers and I really just need to open the box to take a look.
But I didn't want to open the box. I wanted to try and take it back and go get a fun, new kitchen tool or something. I am not a fan of re-gifting, and I certainly wasn't going to re-gift something as strange as this.
So finally, after much encouragement from my sister, as well as my mom and dad, they convince me to open the box.
And I was no longer horrified. Because that had been the low point.
I opened up the box to find this:
Turns out, my sister wasn't doing illegal drugs at all. But she and my brother-in-law got me. Really, really good.
Not only was it not the horrendous Bathe & Brew, but they generously gave me a fun little toy I had had my eye on for a long time.
My sister and my mom had each got one in the last year and they both love theirs. And I loved using both of theirs whenever I made visits home.
Hubs and I had talked about possibly getting one next year with our tax return, but with us moving now, that just wasn't happening. Not any time in the next year at least.
So what a surprise when I figured out that I didn't have a Bathe & Brew to return. Of course then I started crying in disbelief, because it was such a thoughtful and generous gift.
My sister and mom spent the rest of the day educating me on cool apps they thought I would like. Words with Friends, anyone?
Lots of fun times, I assure you......but this is way contributing to my delinquency.