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Ah, Mother
My mother called me at work just now, I think from her car (a terrible habit I cannot break her of), to ask me what I wanted for my birthday (which is Labor Day).
I gave her some suggestions (butter dish in the crockery pattern I am starting to collect; flower bulbs).
She said she didn't like any of my suggestions and what did I think about a small hooked rug?
I said we had a lot of small rugs and a big rug was probably out of her price range, and besides choosing a rug is a fairly big decorating choice and not a great gift from out of town.
Who wants to place bets on the chances I'll receive a small hooked rug in the mail next week?
My mother has never been able to understand that a gift is to please the recipient, not the giver. Also, she has confusion about the fact that I am, in fact, not her.
I gave her some suggestions (butter dish in the crockery pattern I am starting to collect; flower bulbs).
She said she didn't like any of my suggestions and what did I think about a small hooked rug?
I said we had a lot of small rugs and a big rug was probably out of her price range, and besides choosing a rug is a fairly big decorating choice and not a great gift from out of town.
Who wants to place bets on the chances I'll receive a small hooked rug in the mail next week?
My mother has never been able to understand that a gift is to please the recipient, not the giver. Also, she has confusion about the fact that I am, in fact, not her.