Whether it's recycled fruit cake, a weight loss book or something equally heinous, post it here!
Mine: A pepto bismol pink sweatsuit. Not tracksuit, not cute. Sweatsuit. I was fourteen.
My mom: A book on how to put on makeup from my snarky aunt, who always finds a subtle way to be nasty.
My dad: a "how to live a better life" book from my aunt, who is as rude to my dad as she is my mom. Oh, and she also once gave him an autographed copy of her book... though it was so terrible ("why we got married" was the title), no publisher would pick it up.
Let's hear yours!
Mine: A pepto bismol pink sweatsuit. Not tracksuit, not cute. Sweatsuit. I was fourteen.
My mom: A book on how to put on makeup from my snarky aunt, who always finds a subtle way to be nasty.
My dad: a "how to live a better life" book from my aunt, who is as rude to my dad as she is my mom. Oh, and she also once gave him an autographed copy of her book... though it was so terrible ("why we got married" was the title), no publisher would pick it up.
Let's hear yours!