The Progeny
"Your Order Has Shipped!"
This phrase always give me a feeling of power.
Power to bring joy into the hearts of my children.
Power to strike fear into the finances of my husband.
But it doesn't have to be this way.
Particularly if people would pay me to acquire their birthday and Christmas presents. Or even for the luxury of not having...and I mean not having ever...to think about buying gifts for one's children.
It's probably enough thanks to simply revel in the fact that I'm helping out the economy and saving the planet by not using extra gas, in one fell stroke.
Then there's the time factor.
Shopping on the Internet saves time. And even though I'm not technically paid for my time, I'm happy to save the hours I could spend driving the car to various stores.
Basically, this leaves more time to go to Goodwill.
All this is to say that I've ordered (most of) the birthday presents for the next three celebrants. Anything else would be incidental stuff picked up at the local gas station: car deodorizers, key rings, mace...those little things that don't cost a lot but mean so very much.
And if I completely run out of ideas, I can always fall back on "socks."
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Power to bring joy into the hearts of my children.
Power to strike fear into the finances of my husband.
But it doesn't have to be this way.
Particularly if people would pay me to acquire their birthday and Christmas presents. Or even for the luxury of not having...and I mean not having ever...to think about buying gifts for one's children.
It's probably enough thanks to simply revel in the fact that I'm helping out the economy and saving the planet by not using extra gas, in one fell stroke.
Then there's the time factor.
Shopping on the Internet saves time. And even though I'm not technically paid for my time, I'm happy to save the hours I could spend driving the car to various stores.
Basically, this leaves more time to go to Goodwill.
All this is to say that I've ordered (most of) the birthday presents for the next three celebrants. Anything else would be incidental stuff picked up at the local gas station: car deodorizers, key rings, mace...those little things that don't cost a lot but mean so very much.
And if I completely run out of ideas, I can always fall back on "socks."
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posted by Ma Hoyt | 5:19 PM
5 Comments:
Mace? What? What's "so very much" about mace?
Not the club or spice, but the little can of spray tear gas one can carry around for protection.
In your case, perhaps to keep the chickens off your car or even help with that pesky skunk.
I have a mental picture of falling into a big pile of clean socks. Nice. Falling on socks sounds most excellent.
(Ha...I see my previous comment was posted under my alias...)
The sock threat goes back to that infamous yuletide of yore, "Sock Christmas."
Wherein we were quite fund-challenged and everyone ended up getting a package of socks.
After the first two opened their presents the disappointment was palpable.
Not so terribly disappointing because of socks per se, but because of the lack of surprise.
Although socks were probably 80% of the disappointment. :)
But Mommy! All the great commentary and laughs we've gotten out of the Sock Christmas has more than made up for that childish disappointment!
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