I hate getting books for Christmas in general because I’m such a mood reader, and I’ve plastered a fake smile on my face many a time and repeated internally ‘Its the thought that counts.’ as I unwrap a book I will not read.
But the worst one by far, given to me by my own Mother , who I know loves me, when I was fourteen years old! was >!Men are from Mars Women are from Venus.!< I am sitting there horrified thinking what is she trying to tell me? As my sisters are flat on the floor laughing to the point of puking. We eventually came to the conclusion she just saw an attractive cover on a bestseller table and grabbed it. Love to know your terrible gift stories.
Not saying I wouldn’t have taken the opportunity to be Vice-President if it was offered (or at least considered it), but she went out and made a damn fool of herself–she reads ALL the newspapers and magazines that come out every day?–and after the campaign was over, kept saying she wanted to run for President, although one of the first things she did after returning to Alaska was resign as governor (,granted, she’d been away from it for a long time, but if you can’t run one state, should you announce you want to be in charge of all fifty?).