Now, where was I?
... Oh yes. I promised to share some (unfortunately) unforgettable 'bloopers' that occurred in the spirit of giving.
Without further ado ...
Anxious to make a good impression on my new (former) husband's daughter -- a young lady only 8 years my junior -- I spent more $ than was prudent on a sweater featured in the window of a fashionable boutique.
Like most young people her age, 'R' really enjoyed the local c/w music scene.
Except the design -- featuring dancing chipmunks, clad in boots and cowboy hats -- was a little over the top for anyone say, younger than 70.
Moving right along ... the Decade of Extravagance. I had my heart set on a pair of fine Italian driving gloves; and, yes, I made it a point not to keep it to myself. Sure enough, a few months later, one of the account executives with whom I worked gave me a pair for Christmas. I could hardly wait to wear them down to my mother's the next day ... she'd be so happy for me!
Well, later that night mother seemed unusually subdued as she handed me my gift. Inside lay a pair of nice - albeit imitation - gloves. Talk about feeling like a heel! Or worse.
Ya, much worse.
Finally, the episode that still stings the 'loudest.' The first few years I worked for 'M', her generosity was more than appreciated. So, in spite of the chasm in our salaries, I always tried my best to find something out of the ordinary to make her smile.
Undeterred by the ugly disagreement we'd experienced a few months earlier (I'd refused to take her advice about something in my personal life), I was becoming enthused about the approaching holidays.
Knowing her favorite color, I found a handsome, red-leather photo album and had it engraved with her family name and the year. "Can't wait ... this is going to be sooooo good!"
In return? I received an (unwrapped) bag of Starbucks coffee beans and a, "You do have a coffee grinder, don't you?"
Silly me. Still hoping it was a joke, I stuck my hand deep inside, fully expecting to find a gift certificate ... concert tickets ... anything. Na-da. (And no, I don't have a coffee grinder.)
(You know the sad part?
In spite of my best resolutions to buy a bottle of wine each year and just be done with it, I still find myself wanting to impress her.)
Sure, there's more episodes of egg-on-my-face ... but you get the idea.
Since the year of the dancing chipmunks I like to think I've refined my hunting instincts.
I may still be guilty on occasion of 'over-giving' or 'under-giving' - but I'm enjoy the process too much to quit now!
Won't you please share your own moments which may have gone awry?
Don't forget! Your commentary anywhere, anytime on my silly trilogy makes you an eligible recipient of a 'special something' from my home to yours.
Blogaversary #7's coming July 31!
Hugs from Phoenix,