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Ah, Christmas. A time for spending time with family, a time for eating a bowl of whipped cream, a time for beating your grandmother's kitten with a pillow, a time for receiving gifts, a time of love, a time of joy...a time...of happiness. This can also be a conveinient day to accidentally share with your mother's side of the family about how Santa brought you tampons as a gift and how it was the most unaccpetable gift...EVER! My mom claims that there were free scents of Britney Spear's Curious wrapped in there too, but whatever, that's beyond the point. I must implore you: tampons are an unacceptable Christmas gift. Drag out these senseless morons and shun them. But, hey, it's the thought that counts, right? I mean, at least I have this computer. *sigh*
I'll give you a little taste of what the conversation was...We're talking a vague something to the effect of...
Shellee: So, Katie was upset because there was a radio in a cell phone case and she thought she was getting a cell phone. She was like "OH I GOT THE BEST GIFTS!" (an obviously sarcastic comment, although she DID look pretty pleased with her digital camera and bunch of those poppy punky sounding CDs)
Me: (partially under my breath, mainly for the purpose of pissing off my mom) Not as bad as the gift that someone bought me.
Then, there were many people asking about the gift. See, I'm pretty sure they thought I was EMBARASSED because of the whole idea of someone receiving tampons and how I guess people...don't well...talk about tampons at Christmas dinner. Yes, I am a young woman, yes, I DO have a menstrual cycle...I am actually rather comfortable discussing it with others in it's entirety. The truth was, Santa was sitting right across from me, and I had no intention to embarass him. And so my father says something to the effect of...
Dad: Just think of the worst feminine hygene product you could receive.
Shellee: WHO GOT YOU THAT?!
Me: Santa. Claus.
(A tumult of strange laughter and strange glares directed toward my mom an dad.)
There was a delayed response from me, I must add. About 30 seconds after everyone else, I took a bite of my food and then started laughing so much. Oh, man. I love it. It reminded me of the time when Joe's grandmother announced to the table at Thanksgiving that his grandfather wasn't circumcised.
At exactly 1:50 p.m. yesterday I was officially dubbed the biggeset loser on earth after using the "not" statement, I'd totally advise you not to...Like, ever...EVER.
I'm pretty sure my dad got me a little bit drunk (see next post, please...I wasn't drunk.)at his side of the family's get together...I was sticking my toes in peoples faces.
Yeah.
I'll give you a little taste of what the conversation was...We're talking a vague something to the effect of...
Shellee: So, Katie was upset because there was a radio in a cell phone case and she thought she was getting a cell phone. She was like "OH I GOT THE BEST GIFTS!" (an obviously sarcastic comment, although she DID look pretty pleased with her digital camera and bunch of those poppy punky sounding CDs)
Me: (partially under my breath, mainly for the purpose of pissing off my mom) Not as bad as the gift that someone bought me.
Then, there were many people asking about the gift. See, I'm pretty sure they thought I was EMBARASSED because of the whole idea of someone receiving tampons and how I guess people...don't well...talk about tampons at Christmas dinner. Yes, I am a young woman, yes, I DO have a menstrual cycle...I am actually rather comfortable discussing it with others in it's entirety. The truth was, Santa was sitting right across from me, and I had no intention to embarass him. And so my father says something to the effect of...
Dad: Just think of the worst feminine hygene product you could receive.
Shellee: WHO GOT YOU THAT?!
Me: Santa. Claus.
(A tumult of strange laughter and strange glares directed toward my mom an dad.)
There was a delayed response from me, I must add. About 30 seconds after everyone else, I took a bite of my food and then started laughing so much. Oh, man. I love it. It reminded me of the time when Joe's grandmother announced to the table at Thanksgiving that his grandfather wasn't circumcised.
At exactly 1:50 p.m. yesterday I was officially dubbed the biggeset loser on earth after using the "not" statement, I'd totally advise you not to...Like, ever...EVER.
I'm pretty sure my dad got me a little bit drunk (see next post, please...I wasn't drunk.)at his side of the family's get together...I was sticking my toes in peoples faces.
Yeah.