Christmas Pet Peeves
Let’s talk about cheapskate relatives.
I feel it’s my duty to remind you that while some of your relatives enjoy receiving, they are not always so great at giving. Some are downright miserly. Oh, they just LOVE that 100% Cashmere sweater you gave them, but they’re the ones who always give those cheap deviled egg platters. You know what I’m talking about. Like how many more do we need? I’ve got at least five I’ll GIVE someone if they’ll come get the damn things!
So here’s what I did, and I put a stop that silly business. I told everybody in my family we should hang on to our receipts in case, oh, let’s say, something doesn’t fit or we already have those color bedroom slippers. If somebody thinks they’re going to have to cough up a receipt they’ll think twice about getting you another deviled egg platter.
Or maybe not. I’ve got relatives in my family named George-Albert, Clara-Belle, Carrie-Lou — I have no idea why my ancestors felt it necessary to give everybody two names, it’s not like you can actually lose part of your name and have to fall back on the second one. But people with names like that are pretty much drawn to the Dollar Tree if they think they can find a deviled egg platter.
This is sort of off the subject, not that I’ve ever let that stop me before, but have you ever wondered why they don’t make really expensive deviled egg platters? I’ve never seen one made of Waterford crystal. I don’t think Vera Wang offers them in her Wedgwood Collection. That’s because rich people don’t eat deviled eggs. How many times have you seen a photo of Jennifer Aniston or George Clooney eating a deviled egg? But you can bet your butt they know what real Cashmere feels like.
Bottom line? The only person getting Cashmere this year is me. The bad news? I’ll probably have to buy it for myself.
December 4th, 2007 at 11:54 am
And you deserve Cashmere, too, girl! My peeve is a houseful of men who shop Christmas Eve and once, I could tell exactly where my husband stood in the store. He moved in a circle, grabbing stuff. I know because it was in the men’s department and he gave me a man’s sweater for Christmas! Was I upset? You betcha. Since then, I’ve accepted that gift buying is not his skill. But his credit card works just fine. =)
December 15th, 2007 at 6:43 pm
LOL AMY!!!