The winners for signed copies of the Hellion and the Highlander are stories #3, #2 and #30. There was also an honorable mention, story #23, just for the sheer sweetness of this worst gift story and we will be sending her a Love Bites' bag. The winner's stories can be found below.
Winner picked by the readers was a landslide...
3) I have an ex that before he was an ex, gave me a two in one gift really. It was a used, Yes ladies, a used pair of his ex-girlfriends panties. And to make the gift extra special, a re-gifted card that his grandmother gave to him on his birthday. I know this because he crossed out his name then added mine and gave me a new envelope. Now I could deal with a re-gifted card but re-gifting used panties?! Well, that’s just weird and gross.
The other two runner ups as picked by you and Lynsay and I are...
2) My husband has never been very good at gift giving. Soon after our third daughter was born we moved in to a big house. It had five bedrooms, three full baths, huge family room, living room and all the other things homes have and an in ground swimming pool that was right off of the family room. There I was trying to take care of three girls, one a new baby and this monster home and on top of that decorate it. So for Mother's Day that year my husband decided to go all out for me. So after church he took the older two girls and went shopping. After they came home they set up the patio for lunch. Then he had me cover my eyes to go out to the patio. I was so excited, I just couldn't believe my wonderful man went out and did something grand for me. (Normally, he forgets birthdays, holidays and anniversaries) I open my eyes and look around, I didn't see anything. I asked him where is my gift? On the table was a box with a new electric chainsaw and he also got a new gas grill that he put a bow on it ( I don't grill). I didn't know what to do. He thought if he got me the electric chainsaw that I could help him with cutting up wood for the new fireplace. (like I didn't have anything else to do with my time) And the grill, well I have no idea what he was thinking. So that is my worst gift story. From then on, I got my own gifts.
30) At Christmas time when I was a little girl, my family would go to my grandparents house every Christmas Eve to exchange gifts with Grams and Gramps and all the aunts, uncles & cousins. I come from a very large family so it was always chaotic and fun. Well, Grams was very frugal with her money and was always looking for bargains. One year when I was about 10 years old, I got this beautiful little jewelry box from Grams that included a brush & comb set in it. You know, one of those little white jewelry boxes with the little ballerina that spun when you opened the lid. Anyway, I was very excited to get it. I was the only girl with six brothers so I was very happy to get something girly. However, when I took the hairbrush out of the box, I noticed it had something a little extra - the brush had hair in it! I showed it to my mother and she told me not to say anything about it. She didn't want to hurt Grams' feelings. My Grams gave me a used hairbrush for Christmas!! LOL!! I never did use the hairbrush - Mom threw it out - but I surely loved my jewelry box - I discovered it had been used too - they had actually repainted it so it looked like new. I didn't care though - I loved it!
Well, many years later, this same grandmother gave my new husband of less than a year a shirt for Christmas. When he first initially opened up the box, it looked ok. However, upon further inspection, there was a little note on the inside of the shirt that said "Not for Sale - Display Purposed Only." And the shirt had these little holes all over it where it looked like it had been stapled onto something, it was frayed on the end and had distinctive sun fading on the front. What we found out later was that Grams had gone to one of her favorite discount stores where they liked to display items by stapling them to display signs but were not supposed to be sold. You see, my Grams was a bit of a cleptomaniac. She figured that if something wasn't going to be used for anything, she was allowed to take it. Since these items were just for display and not for sale, she helped herself to these types of items. She didn't think of it as stealing because the store wasn't going to make any money on them anyway. This shirt must have been on one of the signs posted in the front window of the store because of the sun fading and all the holes. Plus, the shirt was about 10 sizes too small! It was obviously made for a child - not a 6'4" 200lb. man! LOL!
Honorable Mention just because it was such a sweet worst gift story goes to...
23) I was in Jr. High... and my mother, thinking that I'm a quirky/fun girl, bought me a unique sweater vest and blouse for Christmas.
The thing was actually just a couple of square pieces of knitted fabric, that were stitched together a little across each "shoulder" area, and from the "armhole" down on each side. It was kind of a silver-blue color but had threads of salmon weaved into it. The blouse was solid salmon colored. If that doesn't sound awful enough... the back of the sweater vest was knitted smoothly, but the undivided front was just one large loop of yarn after another. The yarn was some type of fuzzy unfinished material... it was thin in some places, and thick and fuzzier in others... all with this very narrow salmon yarn weaving in and out. I absolutely adore cats. Always have, always will... but I was not fond of wearing a sweater that looked like the cat had hacked up fur-balls all over it!
My mother was so proud of her "find" that of course, I had to wear it to school. And, of course, kids can be cruel. They thought it looked like the cat hacked it up, too. But, I just smiled and told them that this was what my mother thought was "funky". I thought of Dolly Parton and her "coat of many colors" and knew that what my mother thought was more important to me than what some of the kids at school thought. My true friends didn't say -anything- about my sweater, which made me want to giggle...
I am now, well past my college years... I have moved 4 times... I've lost more things than I can count. But I still have that sweater vest!
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