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, 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...