Nic Narrates

Boss Lady (G-ma) was in a particularly giving mood this Thanksgiving and, despite our feet dragging toward the next holiday, gave all of us our Christmas presents early. All of us. Meaning my parents, my brothers and I, and their girlfriends.

As I am of a particularly sexist household, I typically receive “homey” gifts each year. Sometimes they’re great, I’ll admit. It was a banner year when I finally got the breadmaker. And the crock-pot certainly rocked. But sometimes I really do want the snowboard I asked for, or the Swiss Army knife, or even the power drill. Really.

But, when I moved into my first apartment in college with two rommates, I began acquiring house gifts instead. I believe there was mention at that time of some intangible “chest” within which to place such silly things. I mean, they can’t very well sit in some box while they’re mixing cookie dough or pressing a pinstriped button-down now can they?

Now that I’m 27, I’d say I’m pretty well taken care of except that I just received a very thoughtful double boiler for melting chocolate; especially timely as I gear up for some serious Christmas cookie baking.

So, it was with a bit of quiet snickering and jokes of my “hopeless chest,” that I watched the Girlfriends get initiated. Each in her turn received a holiday dish towel set, 9 x 13 cake pan, rubber spatula, and magnetic measuring spoons. Welcome to the family, Girls. Here’s hoping.

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