Wednesday, March 05, 2008

Everyone Should Have a Snarky Friend

And by Snarky, I mean this awesome chick.

I'm a horrible giver when it comes to birthdays and Christmas. Just ask my friends - if it isn't in the immediate vicinity of my birthday (which is obviously the only important date in my little world), I forget details. This comes from a childhood of birthdays in early March (me - 2nd, sister - 4th) or early October (Mom - 5th, Dad - 7th, baby bro - 10th) - sorry, Big Bro (May 6th) - even you are not immune at times, it seems. Throw in late October, September, December, and January for inlaws and kids, and I'm all out of whack. I even married a guy with a close birthday (March 4th) - probably because I knew that's the only way I'd remember it. I'm such a loser.

But my friend...? My awesome, caring, giving, heart-so-big-it-could-fill-all-the-internet tubes...?

She remembers. She sends gifts. She sends lovely, beautiful, obsession-worthy gifts...

That's about 400 yards of hand-spun, hand-dyed Bluefaced Leicester, my friends. And It's. All. Mine.

When I first saw a package in my mailbox, I was all like...


...and when I opened the package, I was all like...

Thank you, sweetie. I love you!

2 comments:

Lorena said...

Aww, shucks! I'm just sorry all Joe got was a text message with a promise of a bottom pinch. I wanted to send him something home-brewish, but didn't know enough to know what is easy or hard to find...!

Jacquie said...

Heeee!

<3 the kitteh pics!