How to buy for a spoiled relative!

Or better yet buy her Jockeys!

This is the story I have heard over and over. Your Aunt Fiona does not like anything. She will actually send the gift back...to you...demanding a different size/color/pattern. Aunt Fiona has been driving you crazy for years. Because she is an important person in your life or that of your family, you keep trying to get it right. Better chocolate, red sweaters (she hates purple) or a pair of slippers that don't fly off/make her feet hot. I understand that you have made an effort. I do feel for you. So I have been looking around for a way to resolve this issue. Today I discovered that my grandchildren have come up with the perfect solution.

Each of the oldest grandchildren have friends of the opposite sex. It just seem right that they exchange gifts but they have no idea WHAT to do. A serious gift says more than they want. A thoughtful gift can be misinterpreted. Then there is the money to be considered...they don't have any. Like your Aunt Fiona, the perfect gift just doesn't appear to be possible. So they made the decision to just buy a bad unwanted gifts to begin with. They did not even try to get it right and saved themselves a lot of time and grief. A girlfriend that hates pink got a huge bag of pink stuff. A boyfriend that thinks Snuggies are dumb and did not want a leopard print anything is getting...you guessed it...a leopard print Snuggies. You get the idea.

So Aunt Fiona wherever you are, you have pulled your last gift nightmare Christmas cheer heist. You are getting slippers from the "no return store". They are hot and will not stay on your feet. You are invited to donate the gift to a worthy charity. I am suggesting that your family give up!!!

b

Comments

Five Little Ducks...stories played out!

The children's song about the little ducks leaving the nest to fly away has always been one of my favorites. Every mother has seen their babies fly away and rejoiced. Life comes full circle. Animals live that same cycle. Babies grow up. Birds leave the nest. Life goes on. So when the three ducks show up every year near my patio I am not surprised. But I am puzzled that it always seems to be the same three. Something just doesn't seem right. It appears the one did not fly away at all. Five little ducks Went out to play Over the hills and far away. The mommy duck went "quack, quack quack," Four little ducks came swimming back... And then Three Two and One. A drake, a female duck (a hen) and a not quite a drake but still not a hen gather here on the 5th green of the golf course. She leads and the other two follow along obediently. They eat, sleep, and guard each other. Each and every day this time of year they come. I have not named them. Jinxing them would be very pos...

How to be a 12 Month Snow Bird

Vacation Rental in Mexico I live around snowbirds 6 months of the year. I have heard those people say that they all want to live the "snowbird" lifestyle when they go home. But it just is not possible. They are isolated and cold. Social activities with friends and beautiful weather are greatly missed when they return to the realities of their "real" life. One couple I visited with lately returned to Florida this morning where they own a home. The woman is a nurse and works in the summer. They are not going home until May this year. It is too cold in Michigan in the spring so they are hoping to extend their good weather season by simply staying away. Besides that they love their Florida lifestyle a lot. Last week I visited with a woman that lives the snowbird lifestyle year around. No going home to the Midwest in the spring. They essentially vacation 12 month out of the year. And I thought their solution for avoiding unpleasant weather and keeping their lifestyle in...

If You Build It, They Will Come...Maybe!

It all began with a antique window in front of a local shop. It had been painted yellow, the glass was loose and all of the hinges and latches were gone. My old friend Betty would have approved...she would tell me it was just broken enough and damaged enough for me to drag it home. When my dear husband saw it, he wondered what he was meant to do with it. Imagine his surprise when he was presented with the plan to build a small neighborhood library exchange. It wasn't the first time he had heard me ask "How hard could it be?" Now it is six weeks later and we mounted the darling little library exchange on two posts in our front yard. I love it. Now the question is, will they come or has the time passed when people actually read something made of paper? Our association president stopped by and admired the box but left after telling me that he only read books on his Kindle. We will see. Would you bring a book and take a book? b+

Retire In Style Blog Too

Search This Blog