Santa doesn’t come here anymore
I didn’t even try to buy my mom anything for Christmas this year. It was a relief for both of us, since she is the world’s worst receiver of gifts. She hates everything anyone ever gets her.
Example 1: Verne sent a fruit and nut basket.
Mom: I should call Verne, but I don’t know what I’m going to say to her.
Mom: That basket is just too big. I don’t need all that stuff. It’s like you’d get for someone who was having a party or something. It’s just awful how much stuff is in there. I don’t know how to tell her.
Suebob: You are going to say “Thank you for the lovely gift” to her. Period. End of story.
Mom: (purses lips, shakes head.)
Example 2: I gave Mom some nice big bath towels.
The other day when I was helping her shower, I noticed one hanging on the towel rack far away from the shower.
Suebob: Do you want to use this towel?
Mom: Oh, no, I never use those.
Suebob: Why not?
Mom: They are just too big and fluffy.