1.02.2006
My grandmother always sent fabulous gifts to my sister and I for Christmas. One year, we had authentic German marionettes, a princess and prince, that she thought we'd enjoy and care for. We were 3 and 4. When she went to Hawaii, we got matching Hula Barbies with real swivelling hips and grass skirts. Her boxes were the ones we always opened first. Now, however, as the number of grandchildren and great grandchildren has swelled, she hasn't been able to keep up. One the far side of 80, we're very happy she remembers our names, anything else is a bonus.
For the last couple years, she sends everyone's gifts to my parents house in one box to be divvied up by my dad. This year, we all got homemade candy. Gorgeous white silk boxes with ziplock bags of dipped chocolates went home with us. Since we had more candy than we could possibly stomach, it was put in the pile with the other things we had. Friday night, when I got home from work, Cave Baby brought me the box saying "Mommeee, I got a 'prize for youuuu", which is code for "a surprise for me". I took a piece of candy out of the box and gave it to him, because it looked like hand dipped chocolate covered cherries, which I don't eat. Cave Baby bit into the candy and immediately began choking like he'd been poisoned. I yelled for him to spit it out and fished around in his mouth to get whatever it was out of it.
It was a chocolate covered...
PRUNE
A chocolate covered prune? WTF? At that point, I stopped laughing and began to get freaked out. I mean, seriously, who in the hell puts prunes in chocolate? I was afraid to call my dad, I didn't want him to worry like I was. Apparently, one of us was going to have to make a fast trip to Cali to investigate some help for her-either she was blind as a bat now and mistakes prunes for something edible or she'd just completely lost her mind. All I knew was that she couldn't be left alone anymore if she was making stuff like that for people.
I called my parents and spoke to my mom-here's the conversation:
Me: Mom, have you opened your candy from Grandma yet?
Mom: No, should I?
Me: Uhh, yeah-I'm kinda worried about her.
Mom: Let's see, we have a pretty chocolate poinsettia, a little molded angel, some nut clusters, why? What's wrong?
Me: Mom, she sent me chocolate covered prunes.
Mom:
I now have more information about my familial bowel situations than I ever needed.
posted by Keriann at 1/02/2006 06:57:00 PM comment(s) made:
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