I'm sorry, but I have to put a contract out on my brother. He's the only sibling who hasn't disowned me following this summer's Visit To Hell, but he's dipped into the uh-oh pool in a bad way, and I have to take action.
I am The Responsible One at Christmas. I am the US Postal Service's poster child for early mailing. To that effect, I've sent several family members and loved ones their Christmas parcels already, with HUGE warnings on the outside to NOT open the CONTENTS until Christmas.
My nephew left a message for me yesterday thanking me for the "cool toys."
I left a message for Brother Dearest. It warn't nearly that sweet.
*grumble*now I have to find MORE perfect toys *grumble*
(Yeah, I know, like shopping is a chore... g'wan away with yez.)
My Lovely Wife is the same way. I try to intercept things as they come in but seeing as she's the homemom and I'm the working dad this plan doesn't work too well. My mum took to sending things to me at work so I can hide them until the festivity day. Dad and step-mum now try to time delivery so it gets to us just on time.
Our loved ones aren't evil, LeeAnn. They've just got a genuine illness.
Posted by: Jim at November 8, 2004 07:12 AM