Dammit, Jim.
Dec. 15th, 2007 03:25 pmI'm a shopper, not a miracle worker.
I'm gonna hafta go back.
But I did get good goods. Baby clothes for the surprise baby.[1] A gift umbrella that spungs both up and down with the push of a button. And a glass painting kit.[2] And the Christmas booooze.[5]
[1] - not kidding. The first the mother knew, the baby was crowning while she was on the toilet. Nobody knew: the mom wears the skimpy low-riders with her nekkid tummy available for all to see. Nada. Zip. Maybe a liddle pudge - not much though. She menstruated throughout the entire pregnancy, and put down any tummy anomolies to the flu.
[2] - this are by way of a joke. My Mom asked for wine glasses without stems[3], and specifically she asked for ones that were different from each other[4]. Instead I found "Wine Tumblers" that are different for the type of wine. So I got her a pair of burgandy, a pair of shiraz, and pair of riesling, and a pair of cabernet. Moowahahaha. After she has stopped not laughing, I will give her the glass painting kit.
[3] - the joys of shaky post-70's hands.
[4] - the joys of post-70's lack of remembering where the drink was left. Personally, I've always solved that problem by taking the fullest one.
[5] - it weighed a freakin' ton.
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Date: 2007-12-16 05:44 am (UTC)That's pure genius.
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Date: 2007-12-17 03:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-16 09:39 pm (UTC)The fact that can even happen scares me so much whenever I think of it.
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Date: 2007-12-17 03:44 am (UTC)Aside from everything else, I can't imagine having to suddenly step up to the plate and be enthusiastically maternal with so little warning.