April 23, 2008

Children’s Day

My sister always moans and groans when she hears my answer to the question, "What do you want for your birthday/Christmas?"  I always tell her the same thing:  "Get me an Ann Taylor Loft gift card."  I love Ann Taylor Loft.  Whatever size you are in real life, you’re a size smaller in Ann Taylor’s world.  It’s a wonderful ego boosting thing.  Plus, their sleeves are long enough, their pants are long enough, and it’s stylish but not hoochie-mama like most of the local mall is becoming.  Seriously, my mall is now catering to a median age of 14, and 14 is not what it used to be when I was a kid.  I shudder to think what it will be like when my girls are old enough to shop at some of those stores.  I think I’ll take up sewing and hope that M.C. Hammer pants are still very much out.

My sister hates getting me the same old thing all the time, but that is what I truly appreciate.  Aside from the fact that I love that store, it’s a store that doesn’t contain a single item for children. This year, for my birthday, my sister gave me a gift card and jewelry catalog.  Her friend recently started selling Amway and convinced her it was a gift I would love.  I’m not much of a jewelry person.  I like it simple, and real (i.e. expensive), but it works because I really wear the jewelry I do have. 

It took me weeks to finally decide what the lesser of two evils would be in the catalog and I ordered my gift.  A few days later it arrived in the mail.  If I wear it, you can and will call me "Mr. T".  I’m not kidding; it really is that bad.  I know because Mr. BBM laughed so hard I thought he would die from lack of oxygen, and when he caught his breath he kept repeating, "I pity the fool who. . . [insert whatever]".  Next time, she can get me a Loft gift card; because now I have to call the number on the catalog (that I already threw away) and try to get them to send me the money.  Yeah, that’s going to happen.

Another reason, I just want a Loft gift card. . . Tonight, I spent my Borders gift card (from my birthday) on Big I.  I also spent my entire mall gift certificate (Christmas present from my Grammom) on Big I. 

As we were checking out of the final store with colorful organizing baskets in hand for her closet, I jokingly told her that she owes me on Mother’s Day. 

"Why is ‘Mother’s Day’ a holiday?" Big I asked.

"Because every other day of the year is Children’s Day" I told her. 

"Oh," she said.

I think she got it loud and clear.  So, to those out there who might decide to buy me a gift card.  Let me repeat it so it’s clear: ANN TAYLOR LOFT.

If it kills you to do the same old thing, then change it up with Pier 1 or IKEA.  I beg of you though, no more Mr. T jewelry and no more gift cards to places that carry things I can buy for the girls. 

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Posted by on April 23, 2008 in Mental Strain for Mama | 6 Comments

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