My mother is one of those people that’s impossible to shop for. If you ask her what she wants, she’ll tell you the same thing every year: “Nothing. Save your money. I don’t need anything.” My sister and I try to work her over to get her to tell us one thing that she wants, she insists she wants nothing, so we end up getting her crap. I do have to admit, however, that last year I got her some kick ass gifts, one of which included front row tickets to Mama Mia (on Broadway) which she was dying to see.
This year I had it all planned out: I would buy her the laptop sleeve that she’s been looking for since she bought her macbook last year. I looked high and low and finally settled on a lovely handmade one that I found on Etsy. I shelled out the big bucks, ordered it, and pat myself on my back. (Is it pat or patted? I don’t know)
It was all going super well right up until yesterday – when my mother decided to buy herself a $275 Burberry laptop case. Um, how on earth am I supposed to compete with a Burberry case?? DAMN IT!!
This is exactly what she did 3 years ago when she kept telling my sister she wanted to quilted jacket. My sister and brother-in-law picked one out from Eddie Bauer, and 3 days before Christmas my mom decided to buy herself one, from Burberry.
Thanks for ruining my kick ass gift idea, mom. And a very Merry Christmas to you, whore.
On a totally unrelated note, I called my mother a whore yesterday when we were at brunch. She wasn’t amused. I could tell by the way that she hit me in the restaurant. Whore.
