Last year for my birthday, I received a rather odd gift from my Mother-In-Law. Now, I love my Mother-In-Law, she is a neat lady (and I'm not just saying that because I think she reads my blog). She is.
Last year, we had been living in our new home for about six months when my birthday rolled around. I guess I hadn't dropped enough hints about what I might want for my birthday, so she decided for me. She bought me... (are you ready for this?)... three loaves of fake bread. Let me repeat that. THREE LOAVES OF FAKE BREAD... oh wait, it was "decorative bread." Uh-huh. I could tell she had put a lot of thought into this gift by the way it was presented. Each of the three loaves of bread was wrapped loosely in a single piece of tissue paper, before being placed all together in a plastic grocery sack.
In spite of this, I'm still reasonably sure she doesn't hate me.
As she handed me the plastic bag with the
"Umm... Wow. You gave me fake bread."
"It's decorative bread."
"Uh-huh." (sits in stunned silence)
"I thought you could maybe get a fancy basket and put the loaves in it and display it somewhere."
"Uh-huh." (wonders what to say next)
In case it has escaped you my dear reader, I am NOT Martha-freakin'-Stewart. My decorating skills will not never be featured in Better Homes and Gardens, not ever in a million years. I don't think I've ever had
We all started laughing (including my Mother-In-Law) and at some point, I jokingly told her I would wrap up the three loaves of
I took the tissue paper wrapped loaves, wrapped them up in the plastic bag, put them in my bedroom closet and promptly forgot about them... until just before Christmas last year. My boss had received a gift basket for the holidays, and gave me instructions to "put it in the lunchroom or take it home, I won't eat any of that." I took the food items to the lunchroom so others could have it, and then took the basket itself home. It was a lovely basket, already loaded with "stuffing." I added the three loaves of
"You're not really giving that to her, are you?", Hubby laughed.
"Yes I am", I said with a gleam in my eye. The basket wasn't to be her only gift that year, but it was by far my most favorite gift to give.
Oh, did she laugh when she opened that up! We all did. She had forgotten all about it, too. As the laughter died down, I told her "I was only kidding, you don't have to take the gift..." She insisted that she really liked it, and was taking it home with her. The last time I saw it (about a month ago), the three loaves of
Sometimes, a regifted gift can be the bestest gift of all.