I have to explain.
Now--the thing about this is, when we were
kids, my dad thought it a real hoot at Christmas to gift-wrap for each
of us three kids...a rake. We lived on a large ranchette in the country
with lots of trees, plants, gardens and animals...
so rakes were very
useful things, granted.
However, to a kid at Christmas when the number
of gifts you could expect to get were quite limited anyway...the rake
joke thing got old quick. But not for dad, O Ho Ho, every damned Christmas you
could count on getting a new rake.
So this morning, my birthday, I woke up to a nice gift, all wrapped.
first reaction, of course, was 'Oh, a rake...'
My husband saw the
strange, strangled look I gave it, then I burst out laughing. Cue husband and daughter staring in concern at me like they thought I was having some kind of episode.
And I had to explain the rake thing.
It turned out NOT to be a rake but a very nice and beautiful dragonfly garden ornament made of steel. Much better than a rake.
But now that I've told them that story, I shudder to think what Christmas may hold...