My mom got my pop a personal massager from Brookstone this year.
An expensive personal massager.
We all know this because she opted for the regular receipt instead of the normal gift receipt that most people get around this time. In fact, when the lady at the register asked her if she did want a gift receipt, my mom quickly responded with, Oh no. I want him to know how much I spent. Which both my sister and I thought was quite funny.
But the massager.
That’s what it is. And nothing else. And it’s certainly not a vibrator. Certainly. Not. Even though I might have referred to it as that when I was asking him how he liked it; I might have said, how do you like your new vibrator? just like that. Like I was asking him how he liked the flavor of this particular kind of butter we were now using.
Of course when everyone started cracking up laughing, I realized my faux pas.
Because, to be clear, my mom got my pop a massager.
Ha ha!
I can totally see your family not letting you escape with that one. It wouldn’t be the Latshaw way. Poor thing.
That is priceless!!!
LOL!!!!!!
Hahahahahaha. Fantastic.
Think before you talk. I KNOW:)
I do lots of things before thinking. Like talking, yes. Or hair-coloring.
JESSICA! Did you learn nothing from the time we went to Kmart and I asked that kid if they sold personal massagers and he got all red and awkward and said,”uh, we don’t sell that kind of stuff here”. HA.
I know, Merry–I thought about that too in relation to this–SO FUNNY!!!