Tonight I’m supposed to go shopping with my mom for my christmas presents. Yeah…no surprises for me. I suppose that’s better than getting like socks. Although…You can never have enough socks.

hmm…let’s delve into my history of christmas gifts:

I remember one year that my grandma got me a bag of those little plastic flossing sticks. Weird.

One year my aunt, the family artist, painted/drew a unicorn on the back of a pair of underwear for me. That’s right, I got a unicorn. My cousins got like He-man and dinosaurs. But points for being creative.

No matter what ugly sweatshirt or clothes family buy me…It is always size LARGE. I don’t understand it. Is that the catch-all size for men? It never fits.

Ok…this one wasn’t for christmas, but it was funny nonetheless. One time, instead of money, the tooth fairy left baseball cards under my pillow. I remember crying and crying, until my parents coughed up the funds ;-)