So on Christmas Eve, Lala and I sat down to open our presents from each other. I gave her a nice little stack, and waited in anticipation for my prezzies.
She put one in front of me.
She opened some, and yay! She liked what I got her! I opened mine — it was a cute sheep tee-shirt (this one, in fact). I loved it! Awesome!
But then she said, "I'm really sorry but I don't have anything else for you."
"I mean, I ordered you something but it didn't make it to the house."
Now, I've been working on not being passive aggressive. It's a bad, ugly trait, and I hate it when I get that way. So I took a deep breath and said, "Oh. I really like this shirt! But I have to admit, I'm disappointed. I planned your Christmas presents early, and I've been working on things for a while, and while I appreciate you've been busy, I have to let you know that my feelings are hurt."
She took it well. "Yes," she said. "I can understand that."
Fast forward to her brother's house. Our nephew Isaac was opening presents (okay, he opened one present, a book, and didn't have any interest in opening anything else. He loved the book). Lala gave me a box. Oops. I started to think that maybe I'd been played but then I opened the box, and I KNEW I'd been played. She totally shocked me and got me something I've never been able to justify purchasing for myself.
A WOOLEE WINDER for my Ashford Joy. Dude!
Okay, for those not in the know, attaching a Woolee Winder to your spinning wheel is like moving from a 1962 Fiat to a 2011 Lamborghini. The Fiat you have to futz with every few feet. You have to lift the hood. Add coolant every ten miles. Adjust the take-up, using hooks:
Whereas the Woolee Winder Lamborghini? It takes up BY ITSELF. We're talking SPEED, baby. I'm so excited about it I'm blogging before I use it, because I love to prolong anticipation. (Seriously, I cleaned the house before sitting down to write this blog.)
"I had it mailed here," she said. "Not to our house. You know all those studies I was doing? I used that money."
I was overcome. She did good.
Then I gave her her other present (and Isaac's too), so at least I didn't feel too shabby:
Hee. (It's the Mangyle pattern for her, and I just kind of made up his as I went along.)
And NOW I'm off to spin. I'm a little nervous! But I love to drive fast, so BRING IT.
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