The culprit.
Givers of tasteful gifts.
Spending the weekend with my family, my husband and I received two gifts. One was from my parents. One was from my younger brother. My parents, noting my husband’s heritage and interests, had given him a portrait of Nelson Mandela for his birthday.
A tasteful gift.
My brother, who has recently returned from a vacation in Thailand, brought me a souvenir: a giant dead centipede, mounted and framed for display in my home. For newer readers and subscribers who may not be familiar with my feelings on centipedes, I invite you to click on the picture below for a link to one of last year’s blog posts.
The world's worst gift.
And so we come to the poll.
