So, I foolishly didn’t take any photos today, so we’re pictureless again. I could take a picture of Lloyd and Andrew watching a movie, but that’s not exciting. How about Christmas memories?
My most memorable present ever was when I was about 5? 7?years old. I wasn’t up front for the Christmas Eve service, but we were sitting behind a lady who was wearing a LOT of perfume. Either I was allergic to that or had the beginning of a bad cold, but I started to have a runny nose like Niagra Falls. We went home to open presents, and I got the most awesome Barbie kitchen ever. It had a wall of cabinets and appliances, a table and funky chairs, and tiny little flat-fold pieces of carboard that once folded, became tiny little boxes of cereal and crackers. I sniveled and sniffed the whole time my parents helped me assemble it, and I don’t think they were tears of joy.
I think that might be why I’m not so fond of perfume.
Worst present? A sweater given to me by my well-meaning grandmother, but it had two giant cherries that sat in just the wrong spot on my tiny, awkward, pre-teen chest. Never wore it.
How about you?