OK, so every year I make a thread about the gifts my family gives me and how horrendously inappropriate they are.
One year, my mother gave me a bright red v-neck cardigan, knowing that I hate sweaters, v-necks and red.
One year my mother gave me a bunch of wooden heart-shaped cedar chips to put in my "sock drawer". Do I look like the kind of person who has a sock drawer?
Last year my sister gave me a big orangy-pink beaded pillow. To go with my African bedroom that she knows I have.
My parents last year gave me a paper mache clown mask, disregarding how I've been scared of clowns my whole life.
My Dad once gave me shrimp forks, ignoring my sea food allergy.
My family knows how much I hate the east coast of Canada, so they bought me a HUGE framed print of a crappy-ass folksy paining of the New Brunswick countryside.
But this year.. I think my sister won the grand prize.
this year, My sister called me and asked me what I'd like. I told her that I like stuff from my favorite soap/skin care product store LUSH. It's hard to go wrong.
I just told her nothing girly, pink, flowery or uber-gay. If it looks like something from a drag queens bathroom, put it back.
So she was very good.
No bath bombs, no floral soap, no perfume.
No no.. my sister was smart and got be a bottle of shampoo. (I'm completely bald)
I don't know why I bother :jerkoff:
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