So, last week I posted a thing on Black Friday about the Christmas when I didn’t give any gifts to my family. It was a great post but for the fact that apparently, it wasn’t 100% true. I said that my family would not remember what anyone else gave each other, but they would all remember that I gave them nothing.
Well, I checked my email a few hours after posting the story to find a message from my mom. See below:
Good morning Josh,
As usual, I read your blog this morning and I wanted to comment, but decided not to put it on your blog.
First of all, the gift you made for your dad was a console for his van. You made a cardboard model. Yes, I do remember being a little disappointed that you didn’t finish your gifts by Christmas, but again, yes, I don’t think it surprised anyone of us. Going ahead a few months, I don’t know if your brother ever got his game, I think you did end up making a full size plywood console for your dad that he replaced with a bought model make of plastic. I, on the other hand received a wonderful cushioned footstool with beautifully stained and sanded legs. It didn’t have the lift top compartment that the model did, but I loved it. Correction, still love it, it’s sitting beside me and I’ll probably set this computer on it when I’m done checking my email. By the way, I still have my footstool model, it was made out of balsa wood and it had a lift off top that held a little wooden book and a carved pencil. It’s sitting on the bookshelves beside the fireplace. I loved getting it that Christmas and I still love it!!!
Your dad made me an end table and surprisingly, I still have that. It’s in my living room. I don’t recall what he made both of you, but I think they were made out of wood.
Bob made each of us something computer related, of course. I thank he made you and your dad some computer games. He gave me lessons on how to build my own webpage.
I painted all of you sweatshirts. To be honest, I don’t recall what I painted on yours and your brother’s shirts, but your dad’s was a pretty elaborate tall ship scene.
I thought that Christmas was good and I’d do it again. Your girls are probably too young to do it this year. 🙂
Maybe in the future, I should preface stories with “This may or may not have actually happened. Ask my mom.”