Possumblog

"Have yourselllllf..."

"...an abnormally obsessive little Christmaaaaas."

Got home with my precious packages last night, and was able to sneak them into the house without Reba seeing, because she wasn't there, which made it very simple. Yes, I realize they were wrapped, but I still wanted to have something of a surprise for her.

While I was fidgeting trying to get them under the tree, I heard the garage door going up, so I scrambled and put away the bright red shopping bag and ran to the kitchen to start getting stuff out for supper. Wife, kids, cold air all came in at once in a happy tumble, kisses, hugs, immediate start of teen indignation that someone had dared touched something of hers, suggestion from wife that if I would continue with the food prep, she would take Oldest with her to go return some pants, to which I quickly agreed.

Fixed supper, fed kids, told them to go get cleaned up, while they did that, I went back to the Wife Gifts to put her name on them. Big pretty gold one, big pretty gold card; swirly silver on blue, with--nothing. Hmm. Looked at the red polka-dot one--no card, either. Grr. I looked in the shopping bag. Nothing. Grr.

Now, in the great scheme of things, this is probably about the most inconsequential thing you could think of, but doggone it, the presents were so pretty, and I wanted my dingderned matching cards to go with them! None of those plain white ones, or the stick-on Rudolph stuff for kids, or scraps of wrapping paper cut and folded--I wanted the real, matching, embossed with genuine foil, heavy paper stock cards!

(And lest you wish to blame this on Miss Squishy, don't--she didn't wrap them, she only took my order.)

Back today, upstairs, go to counter, nice older lady--"Yes, sir--how may I help you?"

"Uhhh, well, I realize I'm going to sound like a big idiot, but I got three packages wrapped here yesterday, and when I got home, only the one with gold paper had a card with it, and I was just wondering if it would be possible to get the other two cards--one was the blue with silver swirls, and the other was the big red polkda dots."

She looked at my receipt, "OH, yes, I remember--I wrapped these. See? It says here 'pink pjs' and I didn't realize that was supposed to be the little pink gown and so we had to rewrap that one. I think we've run out of cards, though, let me look."

She disappeared, then came back, "Here we are--we've been having to use the white ones for most of them." She neatly folded and handed to me two plain white cards.

Very similar to the plain white cards I saw in the wrapping paper box at home.

Which I realize now I should have just gone ahead and used.

::sigh::

Posted by Terry Oglesby at December 23, 2005 12:11 PM