I was looking for STAMPS.
I was looking for stamps in the DRAWER THEY BELONG IN.
Did I expect to find this?
I did NOT.
I expected to find, you know, STAMPS. But not this darlin’ pill box.
Am I disappointed?
I am NOT. It was on the List.
Am I in trouble?
Well, yes, as a matter of fact, I AM.
Dear Spin,
If you don’t want me to find my Christmas presents, maybe don’t “hide” them in drawers I generally need to access. And if you do? Then maybe don’t call me a brat.
Above all, please don’t send it back. It could be a matter of “planting your flag on Mt. Everest” or not.
Adoringly,
Soliloquy
If I’ve crossed some sort of imaginary line, I may as well just cross a real one.
Dear Darlin’ Pill Box -
I will see you one week from today. In my stocking.
Love,
Mt. Everest “The Brat”
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Dear Soliloquy –
Fat chance!
Love,
Darlin’ Little Pill Box
I’m guessing it was a decoy hidden in plain sight to throw you of the scent.
Your real gift was inspired by reading comments here.
Glow in the dark Winnie the Pooh PJs coming up.
bahahah….this was too funny.
don’t feel badly… I “found” my gift, a macbook pro, “hiding” in the closet. where my CLOTHES are. what about that?
BwwwwaaaaaHaHaHaHa! Only I’d like to point out that, after 11 years of marriage, I finally called out the husband. He has never – not! once! – filled my stocking with anything. (Er… I’m talking literally, not figuratively.) Last year, I received just three items in my stocking – one from my sister and two from my aunt. The Tongginator looked at me and said, “I guess you weren’t really good this year, Momma.” This year? I bought for myself.