Kindle

My mom got me a ring for Christmas and when I opened it I took one look and said, "No." My mom goes for the unusual in gifts and occasionally she hits a home run (she once got me a 60-lb copy of Frank Lloyd Wright's The Boulder).

(Picture courtesy of Brewbooks flickr page.)

This ring, however, was definitely a strike but I thought, well, I'll wear it around her. Then I saw there was a price tag on it and I said, "Oh, no," (because you can't just not wear something when you know how much it cost). So I had to tell her and send it back and explain, hey, give this to her that wants it. She was very chagrined that she'd left the tag on there and that I didn't like it, but you can't win them all.

She called me on my birthday this year (which we all know comes just after Christmas) and asked if I had gotten her package yet. I said, "Ooooh, a package, what is it, I can't wait!?" She said, "Well, I can't tell you. You have to open it to see." And she was smug, you could hear, this one was going over the wall.



So we chatted, she asked if I had anything planned for my birthday. I told her, well, I was just sitting here working from home and then BAM, I remembered. "Oh, bk got me a Kindle. Do you know what that is?" and she said, Hmmm, yes. I started telling her how totally awesome a device it is. And she was quiet and I asked, "Well, I'm really excited about my package. No hints?" And she said, "It's a Kindle." I said, "What?"

"I got you a Kindle."

I could hear in her voice how disappointed she was so I started saying, "Well, I'm sorry bk stole your thunder but it's a really thoughtful gift. I have wanted one forever and I got so excited that I got online last night and started downloading free books and I ordered a cover for it... (blah blah blah)"

And she hesitated and said, "Did you get your sister's package yet?"