I’d have been hurt your “non-special” friend too. I was initially kind of bothered by my mom’s birthday present his year, but have decided to turn it around and find the humor.
My mother sent me a copy of Chicken Soup for the Woman’s Soul
. Like normal, she inscribed it with the date and a little note for me.
Trouble is, if she had bothered to open the book a few more pages, she would have found the inscription from me to her, dated Christmas 1997.
Trying to not be really upset (because this is so my mom), I called my dad and told him about it. He laughed so hard and he reminded me that there was no malice intended. He made me promise that I would draw it out and make her sweat when I called to razz her about it.
Blueyzca: Oh Mom, thank you so much for the book! How did you know that it would be so perfect?!
Mom: Well, honey, you’re my daughter. Of course I know what you’d like.
B: But what made you think of it?
M (starting to hem and haw a little): Oh, sweetie, you know, it just sort of came to me.
B: Did you leaf through the book at all before you sent it?
M: I think I thumbed through a few pages….(now I can hear her really working to think of good answers)
**10 minutes of in-depth cop-like questioning later**
B: Mom, I just wanted to share one of the stories in the book with you. Oh, wait, I already told you about this particular story!
B: Yeah, back in ’97!!! Like I wrote on page 11, Mom, when I gave the book to you for Christmas 15 years ago. You’re so busted!
Courtesy of some of her sisters, I have received some truly atrocious re-gifts, so I guess it runs in the family. Fortunately, I really do like the book, I now think that this is hysterically funny, and I get to hold this over her head for years to come.