Worst Christmas Presents. Ever.

Back in 1995, our second Christmas as a married couple, my husband decided that THIS WAS THE YEAR to pull out all of the stops and make it the BEST Christmas ever for us.

One day after work, still a few days before Christmas, hubby was too excited to wait until the big day and wanted me to open my gifts NOW. Imagine my surprise when I got a Far Side 1996 daily calendar, just like the one I opened from a co-worker the day before. The one from yesterday was on the kitchen counter, about 18 inches away from where we were sitting. "OK, no problem," he decides, because the last two gifts were going to blow my socks off!

On to gift two, my own copy of Dr. Laura's book, "Ten Stupid Things Women Do To Mess Up Their Lives." Wow, I don't know what to say.

"But Wait!" he exclaims, as he pulls out a blindfold he wants me to wear so he can lead me to the BIG ONE, you know, the BEST CHRISTMAS PRESENT EVER!

So, holding his hand, I let him lead me out the door. Anticipation heightens as I follow him hand in hand down the stairs to our apartment building's parking garage. Wow, he really has me thrown. Is the gift so big that he couldn't even get it out of the car?

The next thing I know, he whips the blindfold off, opens the front door to my car (a 1989 Acura Legend), and says, "Ta Daaa!"

"What? What is it?" I ask, still adjusting to the darkness of the garage.

"You can't tell?" he asks me

"No, what IS IT?" I ask excitedly.

"Look down," he says.

"What?" I ask again,

Then, I saw them in all their glory...

"New floor mats!" he exclaims, "For your car!"

Like I said, Worst Christmas Presents. Ever.

This blog inspired me to write about my very memorable Christmas: http://mamarant.blogs.com/a_mamas_rant/2006/12/the_worst_chris.html

 And yes, we're still married.