You sure this is for me?

This year we did Christmas a little different. Due to people having different schedules, we delayed opening presents until Christmas night when my brother got there. Me and my mom went and saw an afternoon movie and l finished a book that evening. When my brother finally arrived, we all gathered around and began opening presents.

One of my favorite things is my stocking. I love it because it is full of stuff that I need, but just don't want to buy myself. Stuff like deodorant, shampoo, toothpaste, etc. You get the idea. Well I was pulling out stuff left and right and loving that I wouldn't have buy this stuff down the road and then I pulled out this:



My first words after seeing this were, "This is interesting. Are you sure this is for me?" My mom started laughing and told me that it was for chapped lips. Last time I checked, CHAPSTICK is what you use for chapped lips! Not petroleum jelly! My mom never ceases to amaze me.

Here is another story of how my mom never ceases to amaze me. One fine day Susan decided that she wanted to go shopping. If my memory serves me correct she went to Wal-Mart. Susan enters the store and buys what she needs and checks out. She leaves the store heading back to the car.

First off, she could park her car directly in front of the automatic doors to where you would actually run into the car opun leaving the store and she would still forget where she parked, so to say her forgetting where she parked isn't an unusual thing.

After wandering around aimlessly for a while she finds her car. Yep, in the same spot she left it. She proceeds to walk up to the car and unlock it by pressing the remote control on her keychain. Instead of opening the driver's door and getting in and leaving like any other sane person in this world...she does something different.

She opens the passenger side door. (This is when most of us would realize something wasn't right unless we were putting groceries in the car) Once the passneger side door is open she gets in and sits down. Then shuts the door. (Please keep in mind she went to the store by herself) She sits there with her little bag in hand and purse waiting...on...who?? No one will ever know. I wish I could say that she sat there waiting for minutes, but alas I cannot. She eventually realized that that car doesn't drive iteself and that she was supposed to drive.

That's my mom. We are very proud.