The outside of the package was labeled "refrigerate promptly." I groaned. My husband reassured me that she had most likely just re-used the box. Yup. Whew. I'm not a fan of Hickory Farms sausage. Inside the package the fun began. There were about 8 or so very nicely wrapped presents, but none of them were labeled. Ummm... Okay. Perhaps she thought it would be more fun for us that way.
I went ahead and opened one that was round and looked food like. It was hot chocolate. It was a cute gift pack--a 2004 commerative edition. It expired 10/05. Re-gifting is not a sin. I'm fine with it. However, re-gifting expired food items is not cool. (I'm freaky about expired food to begin with.) I opened another wrapped package. It was a book. The subject matter wasn't a bad subject for 3 little girls, but it was appropriate for someone about 70, not 4, 19 months or 4 months. I stopped opening items after that because it was only depressing me.
Last year, from this person, we received a box that was labeled Peppermint Bark. Yum. I love Peppermint Bark. I had been craving it, but they had run out at the place I usually buy it. I was delighted by this. Inside the box of Peppermint Bark was not Peppermint Bark but some homemade fruitcake. That gift was so wrong on so many levels.
I had hopes for her, but now I think that bad gift-giving is her specialty. (Actually, when she shops, she shops really well and gives really cute little girl clothes. With this post, I sound like I care about presents, but I actually don't. It's just that I'd really rather not receive anything than receive something bad. I have enough junk in my own life. I don't need more junk!)
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