Have you ever given someone a gift and had cause to regret it?
I’ve lived with regret for the past few years and felt the old twinge again yesterday.
At first I looked outside and thought how nice…
The husband is trimming a tree.
And then I saw the gift I’ve lived to regret.
He wasn’t trimming branches off the tree, he was cutting it down.
I don’t know.
Because it was there… and he could, because I’d given him a chain saw as a birthday gift.
Whatever the reason, it’s gone.
Or at least part of it.
And if he thinks he’s leaving this abomination on our lawn he’s sorely mistaken.
Worst. Gifts. Ever!!