My mother, like most mothers, gave me a cheque for Christmas. A sizable cheque. A cheque of a size to make me cry, in fact. DD got one too, as did my brother and sister-in-law. I don’t think they cried. I’m the crier in the family, apparently.
Anyway, Mom suggested that DD and I put our money towards a trip this summer. We hadn’t even started thinking about a trip yet, but we looked at each other and realized that we sure could now! She also mentioned that I might want to (finally!) purchase a new TV. That was even more appealing to me, as the money would cover a pretty nice one – and maybe even a PVR too.
So DD and I went home happy on Christmas night, full of plans and dreams.
And then the garage door wouldn’t open. The opener was stone cold dead.
So I’ve spent a portion of that Christmas cheque today. On a new garage door opener and its installation.
It’s a lovely opener, very quiet (belt drive as opposed to chain drive, which was recommended to me because my living room is directly above the garage), very sleek, very sophisticated. However, it’s not exactly what I thought I would be spending the money on. My mom thinks this is just hilarious, of course, that she got me a garage door opener for Christmas.
I think I’ll stick to telling my friends about the jewelry from PG.