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My husband has this thing about stuff shrinking. One year he went out and bought me this ugly *ss dress that was like a size 14. I didn't want to be rude and say anything about the ugliness, but I did have to question his thought process on the size. I wear a size 2. Do I look like a 14????? He said he got it big in case it shrunk when I washed it. The tag clearly said "Dry Clean Only". I had to tell him to let me buy my own clothes.
That is a big no no.
Never buy clothes. Of course, in less you buy her a 2 and she's a 14.
Yeah, he truly has a knack for gift giving. I had a cosmetic surgery procedure done several years ago by my husband's best friend (yes, he's a real doctor! LOL). I had the procedure done in San Francisco - about 400 miles from where we live. The doctor referred me to another doctor in my area for my follow up care. This doctor provided my follow up care for free. So my husband decides to buy this doctor a gift to say 'thank you' and then insists that I take him the gift. What was the gift? It was a cheap lucite (clear plastic) clock from Sharper Image that cost probably no more than $29.95.
I was so embarrassed about giving the gift to the doc and I could tell the doc wasn't really all that enthusiastic about receiving it.
although these all are horrible gifts and i wish i could buy everyone in the world a gift at christmas, mine are not only thoughtless, they are boring. i say 'they' because from my aunt, every alternating year without fail: slippers. gloves. oh, wait...last year i got the ugliest bathrobe. mint green polkadots. it didnt cover my buttocks. apparently it was an upper robe. so this year is slippers cause rumor has it she called my dad to ask what size foot am i. uh, auntie, if your reading this, my foot is at least a 10 and my hands are not ladies small...thanks again.
She was getting ready to get married and she invited the ladies in the family and her girlfriends...
Well, our very old, wealthy aunt was deteriorating in health and she could not make the shower or wedding, so she mailed it.
My aunt saved the gift for last because she "knew " it would be marvelous because it was from our wealthy aunt and was in a HUGE wooden furniture type crate.
She opens the crate and there is a beautiful old steamer trunk in it and it is full of what my aunt was hoping were family heirlooms...it was full of my great aunts hair clippings from her and her dogs, nasty, greasy pot holders from Goodwill, a framed photo of some relative at their funeral in their coffin, some old stained clothing (I think some underwear too!) and some other crazy crap!
My aunt cried hysterically and my great aunt was put into a nursing home for the demented! True story!
She was getting ready to get married and she invited the ladies in the family and her girlfriends...
Well, our very old, wealthy aunt was deteriorating in health and she could not make the shower or wedding, so she mailed it.
My aunt saved the gift for last because she "knew " it would be marvelous because it was from our wealthy aunt and was in a HUGE wooden furniture type crate.
She opens the crate and there is a beautiful old steamer trunk in it and it is full of what my aunt was hoping were family heirlooms...it was full of my great aunts hair clippings from her and her dogs, nasty, greasy pot holders from Goodwill, a framed photo of some relative at their funeral in their coffin, some old stained clothing (I think some underwear too!) and some other crazy crap!
My aunt cried hysterically and my great aunt was put into a nursing home for the demented! True story!
Oh yeah, poor thing. She was great though! My great aunt set us up every holiday and birthday...she also hated my aunt before she had dementia...I guess some things you don't forget!
Oh yeah, poor thing. She was great though! My great aunt set us up every holiday and birthday...she also hated my aunt before she had dementia...I guess some things you don't forget!
You know, those sweaters you wouldn't be caught dead in..
Let me hear some stories.....
An ex-boyfriend of mine completely forgot my birthday for four out of the ten years we were together. I would have been satisfied with a simple hug and kiss and "happy birthday, sweetie".
well guys are stupid. thats why you have friends that are girls...so you can bi*ch to them about the men! (we all know what youre going through)
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