It's your birthday. You've just opened a box containing the most bizarre gift you've ever received.What is it? Who is it from? What do you say?
We Have A Winner!!! 05/07/10
My birthday had been largely perfect. No fuss, no muss. My husband and I sat huddled up on the couch after having put my son to bed, my swollen belly taking up the most space.Winner: Heather
"Did you get everything you wanted for your birthday?" he asked.
"I think so," I responded feeling content and happy. Our hands were intertwined.
He reached to the side of the couch and pulled up a smallish box. "Do you think you can handle opening one more present?"
I was immediately curious as to what was in the transformed shoe box. It stood up on it's end. The lid had been fashioned to look like little doors, complete with two small knobs to pull them open. It was the only gift I had received with the exception of the birthday card my son had picked out.
I opened the doors slowly and peered inside. I felt kind of guilty, as if I was spying on someone's life. Inside was a little bar and from it hung green things. I pulled the door open wider and reached in, pulling out one of the green shapes. It was a $20 bill folded into an origami shirt. There were pants and dresses too.
"There is $250 for you to go buy a new wardrobe. I know it doesn't do you any good now, but I thought you would want new things after the baby was born."
I couldn't stop admiring the little wardrobe. I was so moved by the amount of time it must have taken to create. It was beautiful in artistry and rich in love. Sometimes, money can buy happiness.
Reason: Completely touching.
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True story: The most bizarre and memorable gift I have ever received was a bouquet of sunflowers. It was from a neighbor for my 16th birthday, and I was flabbergasted. It was about the most amazing thing you ever did see, even if they did need a bucket instead of a pretty vase.
True Story:
For Mother's Day when my kids were somewhere between 8-10, they had nothing to give me. (Their dad would NOT take them to get presents for me EVER.)
Soooo they made their own present. They found a old 1 x 12, that had a section cut out of it,(looks like a L) got the pink and red paints and painted "Happy Mother's Day! We love you!" on it.
I still have it. Not sure what to do with it but I still have it. Those 3 kids range from 24-26 now.
What did I say? "OH! I LOVE IT!!" And they all got hugs and kisses.
My birthday had been largely perfect. No fuss, no muss. My husband and I sat huddled up on the couch after having put my son to bed, my swollen belly taking up the most space.
"Did you get everything you wanted for your birthday?" he asked.
"I think so," I responded feeling content and happy. Our hands were intertwined.
He reached to the side of the couch and pulled up a smallish box. "Do you think you can handle opening one more present?"
I was immediately curious as to what was in the transformed shoe box. It stood up on it's end. The lid had been fashioned to look like little doors, complete with two small knobs to pull them open. It was the only gift I had received with the exception of the birthday card my son had picked out.
I opened the doors slowly and peered inside. I felt kind of guilty, as if I was spying on someone's life. Inside was a little bar and from it hung green things. I pulled the door open wider and reached in, pulling out one of the green shapes. It was a $20 bill folded into an origami shirt. There were pants and dresses too.
"There is $250 for you to go buy a new wardrobe. I know it doesn't do you any good now, but I thought you would want new things after the baby was born."
I couldn't stop admiring the little wardrobe. I was so moved by the amount of time it must have taken to create. It was beautiful in artistry and rich in love. Sometimes, money can buy happiness.
Crazy Aunt Edna gave me a pair of dentures when I was 9. I thanked her kindly (because my parent's made me) and went on enjoying my birthday party. Well, most of it. The pinata candy never held quite the same appeal after that.
I used to write prose
But then my uncle gave me
"Haiku for Dummies."
You shouldn't have, sweet Aunt Donna!
Can I open it now? ('Cuz I wanna!)
Yes, I did make a wish
For a pretty pet fish.
But--whoa! I didn't mean a piranha!
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