If you knew my mother, this would not surprise you. In fact, this is not the first time my mother has given me a power tool for Christmas. This is just the first time I’ve actually wanted one.
Like, really, REALLY wanted one.
Which is weird because I didn’t even know I wanted a drill until I spotted one earlier this week when I was at the hardware store doing some Christmas shopping with my mom.
It’s possible I picked it up and cooed.
Until that moment I thought I was fine living a drill-free life — pounding nails all willy-nilly into my walls and putting together IKEA furniture with the free little L-shaped wrench that comes in each box.
And then all the sudden, I was filled with a strange longing I had never felt before.
I imagine this is how the whole biological clock thing works. One day you think your life is just fine, and the next day you see an adorable, pink bundle of joy and you’re like, “OMIGOD, I NEED THAT IN MY LIFE RIGHT NOW!”
Except my adorable, pink bundle of joy looked like this:
I think I’m going to name her Laverne.What’s the best gift you got for Christmas this year?