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More MIL sweater delights...
Dec. 14th, 2004 12:07 amI attempted to return The Blouse. Evidently, the saleswoman must have had no sense of smell, thank god, because after spending time in my MIL's residence, it smelt horribly of smoke. After the hour we spent there yesterday, when she was not actively smoking, I still came home and changed because of the smokey smell. I, in fact, must FeBreze my jeans before I wear them again. This is why I hate wearing clean laundry over there.
Anyhow, The Blouse was evidently was on clearance. Now, that's a huge effing surprise! Who would ever have thought that such a lovely item would be on clearance!? Sum total: $13.76... Which I now have as a merchandise credit because my MIL does not believe in gift receipts (only for me, though). She was pestering Steven as to whether or not I liked it. He told her it didn't fit, but I appreciated the sentiment. He also (not so) subtly suggested that if they felt like they needed to get me something, gift cards would be best because I have a hard time finding tops which fit.
This is true. One can obviously see I was blessed by the titty fairy from that photo. I don't actually buy any shirt unless I can try it on, with precious few exceptions.
This probably makes me sound like an evil, ungrateful bitch, but I assure you, my MIL is not a kind yet misguided lady who tried her hardest to find something nice. She did not, at any point, ask Steven my size or what sort of things I liked. She did not mention anything, in fact, until a day before the Hanukkah Party and that was along the lines of "Well, I already bought her something." Yep, sure did. It's pretty obvious that she picked the cheapest thing she could find on the clearance rack. I assume she had a coupon for extra money off, but I can't be sure. Ultimately, I got this, rather than a gift card, because she would have had to spend $20 on a gift card. I'm also guess that, from the smell of it, that she probably bought it for one of her sisters (who would wear it) and decided that it was just as good to pass on to me.
I told Steven she doesn't need to get anything for me. In fact, I would really prefer that if she's going to do what she did this year, she not get me anything at all. From what I've gleaned, she used to actually ask what Steven what his ex wanted.
I must say, though, the MIL shirt tops the expired, nut candies I got for my birthday. (The nice people at Russell Stovers were nice about replacing the expired box with non-nuts, since I am allergic, after all.)
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Ugh, well, tree fiasco is over for the night. It was crooked, so we rescrewed and it seems to be ok for now. Unfortunately, I have been bitten by one of the obnoxious little tree spiders in process, so I have a huge rash on my arm. I love the holidays.
Anyhow, The Blouse was evidently was on clearance. Now, that's a huge effing surprise! Who would ever have thought that such a lovely item would be on clearance!? Sum total: $13.76... Which I now have as a merchandise credit because my MIL does not believe in gift receipts (only for me, though). She was pestering Steven as to whether or not I liked it. He told her it didn't fit, but I appreciated the sentiment. He also (not so) subtly suggested that if they felt like they needed to get me something, gift cards would be best because I have a hard time finding tops which fit.
This is true. One can obviously see I was blessed by the titty fairy from that photo. I don't actually buy any shirt unless I can try it on, with precious few exceptions.
This probably makes me sound like an evil, ungrateful bitch, but I assure you, my MIL is not a kind yet misguided lady who tried her hardest to find something nice. She did not, at any point, ask Steven my size or what sort of things I liked. She did not mention anything, in fact, until a day before the Hanukkah Party and that was along the lines of "Well, I already bought her something." Yep, sure did. It's pretty obvious that she picked the cheapest thing she could find on the clearance rack. I assume she had a coupon for extra money off, but I can't be sure. Ultimately, I got this, rather than a gift card, because she would have had to spend $20 on a gift card. I'm also guess that, from the smell of it, that she probably bought it for one of her sisters (who would wear it) and decided that it was just as good to pass on to me.
I told Steven she doesn't need to get anything for me. In fact, I would really prefer that if she's going to do what she did this year, she not get me anything at all. From what I've gleaned, she used to actually ask what Steven what his ex wanted.
I must say, though, the MIL shirt tops the expired, nut candies I got for my birthday. (The nice people at Russell Stovers were nice about replacing the expired box with non-nuts, since I am allergic, after all.)
Ugh, well, tree fiasco is over for the night. It was crooked, so we rescrewed and it seems to be ok for now. Unfortunately, I have been bitten by one of the obnoxious little tree spiders in process, so I have a huge rash on my arm. I love the holidays.
