Ok, so we all got at least one bad gift, right? I have to be honest. This year I was hoping to get a REALLY bad one. My bunco group is having a white elephant exchange in January and I'd love to show up with something awful. But my worst gift was a pair of pajamas that make me look about 50 pounds heavier. What was my husband thinking? I'm guessing he was thinking how hot the salesgirl at Victoria's Secret was, since he bought half the store for me.
But that's ok because while my husband was nodding yes to the hot salesgirl, my brother was busy picking out the grand poobah of this year's bad gifts and writing my husband's name on it.
After unwrapping the pretty paper, my husband held up what he thought was a Mountain Dew logo t-shirt. Odd, since he's not a Mountain Dew buff, but ok. On a closer look however, it's not a true logo. The shirt reads MOUNT AND DO me.
My brother, whose kids aren't old enough to read yet, thought that was just hilarious. Meanwhile, I was busy distracting my son, who is old enough to read, while my husband stuffed his prize back into the box. Granted, this does not top the joke my siblings played on me last year when I opened several gifts only to find they were all either pasties or nipple tassles. One pair was edible. Yes, my family is warped, but we laugh a lot.
What was your worst gift???