Houston, We've Struck a Nerve!

Well, apparently my husband (nor some of the husbands of the wives in my book club group) are not the only ones who need guidance in the gift department. Your responses have been fun to read. Some of them have been sent to me via email and I had to swear not to post them (although one of them, I might have to because it was just. too. good.). 
To honor such a tremendous response, I felt it would be appropriate to continue with the saga-Return to the Doghouse.  Click here to see Donny's continued all too familiar shenanigans. All I can say is, at least he owns it.


Yours, wondering where I could get a doghouse like THAT!


Melissa

Worst GIfts EVER!

For today's Friday Funny, I'm hoping that you, my dear readers and friends, will be willing to contribute. In the Christmas gift department, I fared pretty well this year. This might be because, well, we did a lot of shopping as a family this year and I just picked out some things. It's not that this will happen every year, but to be honest, I was just really tired and over scheduled and went with the flow. Might as well. It certainly saved us time spent on returns. We only had to return one item this year, and that was due to size, not style.


There have been years, however, where the gifts have completely missed the mark. We got to talking about those at book club the other night. And it reminded me of my waffle iron. My lunchbox ice cubes freezer things. Some clothing items I would never choose.  And it also reminded me of this video: Avoid The Doghouse!


So click on the video title and watch.  And in the comments section, post your worst. gift ever. I can't wait to read some of these!


Yours, thankful we've progressed beyond those early Christmas gift years,


Melissa