Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Happy happy joy joy!
Yesterday, I received an early birthday present from my Mom. She has more or less been taunting me with it since I flipped our Dora the Explorer calendar over to February (Un corazon para ti!), asking DAILY if I'd like to have my gift. My family (okay, maybe it's just me and my mother) has this wacky inability to hang on to gifts until the day they are actually supposed to be given. The pestering starts almost immediately after the purchase. "Hey, I bought your Christmas/birthday/anniversary/insert special occasion here gift. Do you want it? Okay, well, do you at least want a hint...?" This is why I wait until the absolute last minute to pick up gifts. Trust me. It's better this way.
Last night I finally caved under all the pressure. I bundled up and made the two-minute drive over to Mom's to see what all the fuss was about. I made small talk, asking about her new vase and admiring her new bedspread - anything to make me appear less interested in the gift, all the while subtly scanning the house for anything suspiciously gift-like. This was a silly game considering that my mother had just invited me over specifically to retrieve my birthday gift.
A few minutes later, she presented me with this in red. And with five pieces instead of four. I can't wait to take 'em traveling. Luckily, I won't have to since our trip to Boston is in four days. Four, I tell ya!
Thanks tremendously for the early gift, Mom! I heart my new luggage oh so very much!
Last night I finally caved under all the pressure. I bundled up and made the two-minute drive over to Mom's to see what all the fuss was about. I made small talk, asking about her new vase and admiring her new bedspread - anything to make me appear less interested in the gift, all the while subtly scanning the house for anything suspiciously gift-like. This was a silly game considering that my mother had just invited me over specifically to retrieve my birthday gift.
A few minutes later, she presented me with this in red. And with five pieces instead of four. I can't wait to take 'em traveling. Luckily, I won't have to since our trip to Boston is in four days. Four, I tell ya!
Thanks tremendously for the early gift, Mom! I heart my new luggage oh so very much!
# posted by Nanda @ 8:17 AM 
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Katie and I got you a Lil O'l B-day present too. Do you want to know what it is? Hugh? Do you? Do you?
That's right. Maniacal laughter goes here.
Enjoy!
rickus
That's right. Maniacal laughter goes here.
Enjoy!
rickus
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: 2:25 PM 
With a good deal of laughter last night, Katie informed me the Hugh is a mans name. She suggested that what I was looking to say in my previous post was "Huh." Then proceeded to laugh some more and tell me how cute I am that I can't spell and am only barely literate. When the word cute comes to mind it's not the ignorant masses of the Dark Ages that I use as a yardstick to measure against. It's a nice fluffy bunny. Not the 19th century inbred inhabitant of Appalachian Kentucky. But, little tea tables surround by teddy bears dressed in victorian outfits. Now that's cute. No. I'm just dumb. So Amanda, from your dumb friend, No! You can't have a hint!!! Ha Ha Haaaaaa...
P.S. You'll likely be in Boston (our fair city) by the time the mystery gift gets to your home. You might want to have your mom sweep by your place occasionally.
Love you lots!
rickus
P.S. You'll likely be in Boston (our fair city) by the time the mystery gift gets to your home. You might want to have your mom sweep by your place occasionally.
Love you lots!
rickus
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: 8:47 AM
Rick, we all know you're a genius even though you can't spell worth crap! And Nanda, please remember Rick's penchant for drama when he tells stories. I would never call him "barely literate." Except maybe that one time when I looked at his grocery list and saw the word "zukeeny".
Happy B-day tomorrow, Hugh...I mean, Nanda!
Happy B-day tomorrow, Hugh...I mean, Nanda!
Well, I'm sure that Hugh is equally interested in my birthday gift. Can you give him a hint? What if he promises not to tell me?
Mom will actually be staying at our house while we're chillin' in Boston. I expect she will call when the gift arrives, and then, you know, taunt me with it complete with a chorus of "I know something you don't know" with a neener neener tossed in for good measure. No amount of begging and pleading and outright whining will convince her to tell me the contents of the gift. So, I very much look forward to opening it when we get back.
Thanks in advance for the gift. That's super swell of you both!
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Mom will actually be staying at our house while we're chillin' in Boston. I expect she will call when the gift arrives, and then, you know, taunt me with it complete with a chorus of "I know something you don't know" with a neener neener tossed in for good measure. No amount of begging and pleading and outright whining will convince her to tell me the contents of the gift. So, I very much look forward to opening it when we get back.
Thanks in advance for the gift. That's super swell of you both!
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