Christmas has come and went, and last Tuesday I finally finished up with all of my gift exchanges. Sitting at a table over a very dry dry bottle of cab, I was opening up my last gift... my closest lady friends surrounding me... were quite curious about what I had gotten, especially when they saw sheer astonishment come across my face the instant I knew what I had received. I just couldn’t understand what it was about me that gave all my dear friends and family the idea that I needed a robe. Yes, I received a robe. It was a really wonderful white robe that felt as if i were wearing thousands of cotton balls. However, this was my FIFTH robe of the holiday season. It was a beautiful robe, but all five of them were… well... four ;) but suddenly I felt like the universe was having a little fun at my expense. What was it about me that apparently screamed "i need a robe" so loud that at least five people heard it, went to the store, and bought it. Seriously, it got me a little worried. What type of person does one have to be to get a robe… five robes. I just don’t get it. Gift receipt please!
My favorite robe I received was from sweet husband. Mine is in red.
The Good: I have a robe for every occasion. AND I have really great friends and family that like to buy me presents!!!
The Bad: I really don’t have enough room on my bathroom door for all five robes... hence, i've taken some back. AND I'm starting to think that I'm hard to shop for....
The Cringeworthy opps: I like walking around the house naked.
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