Goofy Gifts

I was surprised to find myself actually sad to leave my parents' house after Christmas this year. I guess I love them or something.

My hometown friend topped me for worst holiday gifts ever. Her mother gave her not just underwear, but a special over-size underwire Christmas bra. Her husband received a bag of sugar-free peanut butter cups (no, he is not diabetic). And I suppose the happy couple will spend many blissful hours sharing these beauties.


As goofy as these gifts are, my friend and I are so damned lucky I can't even begin to wrap my brain around it. Yes, I'm thinking about the tsunami, and what I can do. I suppose all of these relief organizations are worthy.