…the way forward…

There are some things that should not be re-gifted. Mainly, those things are anything that is used.

Apparently, my mother’s boss did not get that memo, or simply didn’t care as she re-gifted my mother a book. A book titled, “Life’s Little Instruction Book.”

The covers were perfect. No page was bent. Yet…

And had it not been for the inscription located inside the cover, no one would’ve known it had been re-gifted. Worse yet — it was given to her in 1991 — hence the Happy 1992 that you can make out in the photo.

So my mother — gotta love her –returned it to her boss this morning while implying that her boss never read the book. Because, if she did, she would’ve realized that one of life’s little instructions is to never re-gift a book that has an inscription in it written to you.

I’m reading through the newspaper online today (as I hate dirtying up my hands with the paper) and I run across an article that claims that Santa was fondled.

Apparently, a Santa in the Danbury Fair mall in Connecticut was “sexualy assualted.”  The person who assualted him? A 33 year old woman who was quickly found and apprehended because she was…on crutches.

To make the story complete, reports are that the 65 year old Santa was “shocked and embarrassed.”

I’m just mildly amused.

While J and I were in Florida, we went to this over priced restaurant in Orlando. The food was great with satisfying portions, and we had a great time with all the work crew. We tried a bottle of my favorite type of wine (Riesling) with dinner and I mentioned what my ALL-time favorite type of this wine was, heck, I even know the year.

I don’t know why it caught me by surprise, because I already know he’s incredibly thoughtful, but last night, he brought home my favorite wine and cooked dinner.

I have a great boyfriend. *smile* Just thought I’d share.