Oh, for god's sake, won't you please, please, please stop it?
Stop with the soaps and the candles and the hothouse flowers and the little trinkets and the earrings I'll never wear and the tchotskes I don't want to dust off and the random tanktops with strange logos and all the shit in bags and boxes, wrapped in plastic and paper, just crying out to be left behind in the restaurant after the birthday party, because - let's face it - we're all drunk and no one can keep track of the bill, let alone a passel of presents...
I. Don't. Want. Random. Obligatory. Gifts.
And because I love you, I promise you, I will never get you one ever again. If it doesn't SCREAM your name, I'm not buying it. I don't care if it's the right time of year or not. Yes, if I know that you LOVE that candle or can't get enough of that soap or have a desperate need for that trinket, it's yours. Even if not your birthday or Christmas or anniversary, you'll get it, and I'll either save it for the special day, or just give you a Christmas present in August.
But people, please. No more obligatory gifts.
Well, unless it's wine. Even I will remember to grab that before leaving the party.
-Heather... off to take a box of stuff to Goodwill...
Posted by: Christy | June 18, 2007 at 06:55 AM