Anyhoozle, on to the tales of gifts in disguise. My sister's living room is notorious for not having an easy way to tell the time. No clocks easily visible, none on the dvd/vcr combo, only 1, hidden on the mantle. Pops and I decided to give her a clock:

for Christmas. Of course, nothing in our family is that easy. We had considered re-wrapping the glasses mentioned a few posts back, but I was struck with inspiration. Sitting in the living room, it came to me: Why not make her a clock.
I mean a total ghetto clock, cardboard, numbers drawn on, but with a real clock works installed to make it functional. Well, I wavered on the numbers, and actually printed them out, but here is what she opened first:

I don't know what's funnier, the clock, or the fact that it actually works, and keeps quartz accurate time.
My niece we gave Ratchet and Clank:

I mean Ratchet and Clank:

Of course, just putting it in that box wasn't enough. Not by a long shot. We also added a couple pieces of 2 x 4, and rubber banded the game itself to a piece of 2 x 6, just to give the box sufficient weight.
I got a lot of little cool stuff, such as a bonsai garden kit, an origami with dollar bills book (i love folding money), and my mom gave me the one gift I really look forward to all year. 12 pairs of new socks.
Oh, and she also gave me something I've wanted for a while now:

Thanks again, Mom.
You see, I'm a pretty good cook, and I think with some practice I could be a baker as well. So, in a month or so I'll be a pastry chef, and if you want any yummy goodies...well, you'll have to beg.
Or at least send me an address to ship to.
Hope you all had a wonderful holiday.....
Buenos con queso,
T.
1 comment:
Whoa. You mean COOK, not cook, hunh? I mean, cooking, for me, is opening up a can of Chef Boy R D and putting it in a pan and waiting while stirring until it is all gross and giving it to the boyz, who then say "mmmm". You are COOKING, much like my mother-in-law, to whom we gave a purple mixer just like yours!!! Merry Christmas!!! And you can cook for me any time, but what I really need is a clock...
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