With Christmas coming up, gifts are never far from my mind. I was telling my husband this story recently, and thought I'd share it with you.
When I was 13-14 years old, I was at a sleepover at my best friend's house. As girls of that age do, I was rolling around on her bedroom floor, laughing my head off at something, when I spotted an album hidden behind her dresser. When I made a grab for it, she was very embarrassed. I, however, thought it was even more hysterically funny.
The album was a Leo Sayer one. Not cool, not even in the mid-80's (the New Romantics era - if this doesn't make any sense to you, Google it. If nothing else, it'll give you a laugh). She refused to say where the album had come from but I can guess why it was hidden. She was the epitome of cool (at least, to me), so I'm not surprised she had a burning desire to hide it from the world.
As it happens, our birthdays were nine days apart. Mine came first. When it came around, six months later, I had forgotten all about the Leo Sayer album. Imagine my surprise when I unwrapped the album as my birthday gift!
After laughing hysterically (yet again), I carefully put it away. When her birthday came around nine days later, I re-wrapped it and gave it back to her.
So began a gift-swap that lasted a few years. I don't know who ended up with it it in the end - pretty sure it wasn't me.
I wonder if she still has it?
Do you have any gifts-from-hell stories you care to share? I'd love to hear them!