When I was in my 20's, my mother decided that the perfect gift for me was a blue velour jogging suit. "It'll keep you warm around the house." It looked like something some retired New Yorker would wear around the condo in Boca Raton with a gigantic gold medallion around his neck. Horrible doesn't begin to describe it. It was so ugly, it was hilarious. So I told her it didn't fit, took it back, told her they didn't have my size and got a wallet instead. The funny part is she gave my wife a matching one! She did the same thing.
Flash forward 25 years. My son,a freshman at MSU opens his Christmas gift from his grandmother. You got it, blue velour jogging suit. "It'll keep you warm sitting around the dorm room, Hon." I nearly lose it. He's trying to keep a straight face. "Thank you MeMaw". Takes it back and swaps it for a wallet. Two years later, his younger brother is the proud recipientof yetanother blue velour jogging suit, and 2 days later, another wallet.
So last week, my mother says to me, "Come see what I got the baby", my 18 mo. old granddaughter, oldest son's child. Yep, once again, the velour jogging suit rears it's ugly head! Only this time it's pink! I called him and told him that Mary Elizabeth has officially become a member of the family! She's got her jogging suit. Only I don't know what the hell she'll do with it because she sure as hell doesn't need a wallet!