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I hope that you are all enjoying a lovely weekend.
It's still very unsettled here. I just hope that things clear up for the Wimbledon Tennis Championships in just over a week!
Today's peeve is actually courtesy of a comment made by our fellow peever motormaker earlier in the week.
They say that it's the thought that counts, and without wishing to sound too ungracious one sometimes wonders what the thought was, because the POTD is;
No complaints on this. My family and friends a pretty good with their choices on gifts for me. Once in awhile something doesn't fit and will have to go back.
One of my nephews really has a nack when it comes to gifts.............one year he purchased an electronic photo frame and filled it with photos of me growning up and other old family photos. He included special photos of him and his brother from the time they were babies to the present. I cried because of all the wonderful memories of my family that it brought back to me.
I don't really have a problem with this anymore but I used to. My ex-husband was a big gift giver, which was nice don't get me wrong, but most of the time it was stuff I really didn't want or like. I would have rather had the money to do with as I like. One year he gave me a big diamond ring for Christmas, it was beautiful but he just wasn't knowledgeable enough about them and it had a pretty noticeable carbon spot in it. But it's the thought that counts, right??
This past Christmas, I wanted a new travel coffee mug to take to work. My kids bought me a
really nice big one....but it is so big until it doesn't fit in the cup holders in my car. So everytime
I step on my brakes, I have to grab it on the seat next to me to keep it from falling over. I
would replace it, but I don't want to hurt their feelings.
There's been several times over the years when someone who should have known better gave me something I had absolutely no use for; would just smile, say thanks then give it to someone who could actually use it. But at least I didn't regift it One of my favorite presents though was something my female friends couldn't believe I didn't get mad about - the pseudo gave me an awesome crock pot for Christmas and I was happy as a clam.
We only had one gift that was kind of funny. It was a christmas present with handkerchiefs. White silk ones with embroidery. I thought they were cute, but when would I ever use them? I am not the silk handkerchief kind of guy. More like a bull in a china shop. Anyway, we have had them for years! (unopened)
I decided for my 50th birthday that I wanted just my closest friends and shorties (about 25) to come for my dream Thanksgiving dinner. I insisted that the only gifts were to be for the animal shelter or something we could all share. There were bags and bags of dog food/cat food. I cooked a splendid meal and we all got really happy on the $500 + I spent on some really fine champagne. It was the best Thanksgiving in January I ever had and I didn't have to return a single present.
I have issues with gifts that have strings attached.
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One of my favorite presents though was something my female friends couldn't believe I didn't get mad about - the pseudo gave me an awesome crock pot for Christmas and I was happy as a clam.
