Earlier in the week, my soul sista Georgia from Parental Parody came over. Looking like this:
|The Eagle Has Landed|
Why am I putting up a photo where she's *ahem* looking so attractive? Well, because I'm a vengeful soul and must pay her back for the filth she introduced to my house. But also because I have a sign on my door saying anyone crossing the threshold agrees to being blogged about - it's next to my FOAD sign).
She'd been to Vietnam recently and whilst over there had texted me to
I love giftage. It makes up for not going and missing out on drinking cocktails bigger than my head.
I've written before about the perfect gift and I need to amend that post slightly. The Venn Diagram becomes null and void when gifts are intentionally bought to amuse and/or annoy the recipient.
Behold, the gift of doom:
|Six Fucking Cats|
A cat backback, a cat purse, a cat pen, Audrey Catburn tissues (WTF?) and Hello Fucking Kitty shower cap and visor. It is so bad it is quite possibly the best present I've ever received.
Of course I had to model my hat and left it on for the remainder of our macaroon eating morning. If I have to go through the pain of wearing it then you can be sure I'm putting her through the pain of having to look at me. Don't I look so happy to get it?
|Can anyone say ungrateful?|
|Tricky always steals my limelight|
Dark chocolate mint Tim Tams and calming tea. Nomalicious. Nawwww, isn't she so thoughtful?! I loves her so.
But... err... what do I do with it now?
What's the best worst present you've ever gotten?