Gifts

There are so many ways to pick a gift.  Some people just run out and grab the first thing they see. Some spend weeks figuring out the perfect thing.  Some give what they'd like to get. Some dont seem to put any thought into gifts at all.  Some just do whatever is easiest...regift, cash, whatever.  I am guilty of all of these ways of picking a gift.  I have stopped at Walgreen's on my way to a party and just grabbed the first thing off the shelf.  I have given people things I thought were cool and wanted for myself.  I have spent weeks finding just the right thing.  I have also just stopped by the bank and grabbed some twenties.

I remember a while back my Grandma gave me a Christmas gift.  I opened it and thought it was addressed wrong.  My Grandma has always been one of my best friends and I thought she knew me better than just about anyone else. Her gifts always meant so much to me before that.  But that year she got me a sweater that was; 1. Two sizes too small.  2. Red.  I never wear red and dont like red. 3. Had a giant fur collar.  Fur collar? Really? 4. It was dry clean only and I had 2 little babies.  I even asked her if she meant it for someone else...like my cousin who loved red, had no kids, and was into fancy clothes. Nope...she thought I'd like it. 

The gift giver

Well, today I was the recipient of another one of those kinds of gifts.  Sure, the fellow meant well.  He worked hard to get the gift and probably put a lot of thought into it.  He thought it was fun and wanted me to play with it too.  I, on the other hand, thought it was awful!  And I wasnt sure it was even meant for me...until he tossed it at my feet.

The gift

Our "worst feral cat ever", aka Oreo,  brought me a rat. The rat is a lot bigger than what it looks like in the picture.  It's a little over 6 inches long, not including tail.  I could hear Oreo tossing something around in the corner but the chair was in the way, so I couldnt see what he was doing.  He finally brought it out from behind the chair and tossed it right at me and then sat there watching me....then running away from me as I let out a scream. Much craziness ensued as I ran out back and couldnt find the shovel, so I settled for the rake which was twisted up in an old vine and a garden decoration.  So, now I am covered in spider webs, ants, dead leaves, rat guts and who knows what else.


Again, my worse gifts ever involve fur and the color red.  You cant see the red in the picture because it's on the other side of the rat.  I hope everyone learned this lesson...Brandy does not like gifts that are red and/or that have fur.