I was talking to my mother, via email, and she mentioned that she had sent me Christmas gifts which I loosely interpreted as an obscenely large cheque or something completely out of the blue that she figured (erroneously) that I would like.
I don’t know when it got here, but there was a small package on the counter when I got home. I fugred she sent me a couple of books, etc but the package is clearly marked as a CD and that it’s fragile. Then I quickly adjusted my theory and guessed a photo album on CD? It’s random enough that it’s very likely.
I open it and I flip the CD case over (is it a gift certificate?) and it hits me. I feel like I’m back in high school, and lamenting that my parent’s don’t even know who I am.
It’s a CD, and a cheque – that will join the other uncashed cheques on my dresser because I can’t cash them until a thank you note is in the mail. The CD? Bob Marley and The Wailers: Greatest Hits.
Awesome, I absolutely despise Bob Marley, always have.
At least she had the sense to incude a gift receipt.