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My mother is a Partylite freak, and when I say freak I mean a constant barrage of parties. I love Partylite as much as the next girl, but I don't need to attend a party every couple of weeks. H3.2 was somehow drugged into taking a look at a catalog and he found a candle holder that he liked. I mentioned that I owned that candle holder, I just needed more candles for it. Specifically, five pillar candles. (This story is going somewhere, I swear)
My mother learned that I wanted the pillar candles and dropped off a current catalog. I couldn't decide between two new scents so she got her candle lady to give her samples, which I smelled until there was no smell left. I selected the preferable scent and told my mom that I would get the candles at a later date, as I wasn't in the mood to spend about $50+ bucks on candles at the moment.
Today, my mom informed me that my candles are in and she is dropping them off at my house. WTF? I responded that I didn't order the candles. She replied with a smug "I know" and we ended the conversation shortly thereafter. Upon arriving home, I see the candles in a pretty gift bag on my front porch. Attached to the top was a sticky note from my mom. It read:
Okay. What the fuck? Really. Does that make sense in any other universe other than my own?
My mother learned that I wanted the pillar candles and dropped off a current catalog. I couldn't decide between two new scents so she got her candle lady to give her samples, which I smelled until there was no smell left. I selected the preferable scent and told my mom that I would get the candles at a later date, as I wasn't in the mood to spend about $50+ bucks on candles at the moment.
Today, my mom informed me that my candles are in and she is dropping them off at my house. WTF? I responded that I didn't order the candles. She replied with a smug "I know" and we ended the conversation shortly thereafter. Upon arriving home, I see the candles in a pretty gift bag on my front porch. Attached to the top was a sticky note from my mom. It read:
S-
You owe me $55.
Love,
Mom
You owe me $55.
Love,
Mom
Okay. What the fuck? Really. Does that make sense in any other universe other than my own?
posted by Sam at
8:44 PM
11 Comments:
Your mom was obviously pretending to be Han Solo in The Empire Strikes Back. The logical next step for her would have been to step into a carbon freezing chamber and then get trucked off by some bounty hunter to some gangster, to whom your mother owes a ton of money.
I'm thinking that probably didn't happen.
ummm...yeah...
i love partylite too...but if someone is paying for it, and i clearly didnt ask for them...then i aint payin them back... :)
peace...
I would NOT pay my mother back for something I CLEARLY did NOT order!!! I would leave the candles in their pretty little gift bag and when asked for the money, hand her the bag and tell her there must be some mistake because these candles were neither asked for or ordered!!!!!
I know thats you mom and all..but that is really not cool..
Maybe she is joking? Yeah.. probably not.
If I told my mom I wanted something she would have bought it and given it to me as a present. I say a.) Give it back b.) keep them and say you never asked her to get them so they must be a present. c.) Tell her you'll pay her later (later never comes).
Well, she milked the last guy she was with for all he was worth, what makes you think she doesn't need the $55 for her own expenses?
Good to know she still hasn't changed.
Return them with a note saying, "I didn't order these, you did. Love, Sam"
Makes perfect sense in my universe.
Are we related?
Except my Mom wouldn't have bothered me with samples...she would have ordered the scent "that she wanted me to have instead of the one that I commented I liked the best" and then left them on my table with the same note.
People keep telling me that she'll be gone some day and at times like this they'd say that I'll wish she were still around buying me bad smelling candles that I don't want or need...and I can only ascertain that they're subconciously telling me to club her over the head with a very stinky, heavy candle. *grin*
I'd pay her, leave it on the front door and say "Dear Mom, Here's your money. Now, you owe me $6532.98 for the past six years of therapy I've had to go through because you're such a piece of work. Love, Erin."
But, that's just me. ;)
Oh my word. I can't believe it. Apparently I haven't been reading your blog long enough to get to know your mother's lovely behavioral traits. I am with Erin. Leave a note on her door asking for the money that will reimburse you for the cost of your therapy and antidepressants or whatever psychiatric drugs you take. Even if it is coke or heroin.;) She owes it to you!
(sorry I missed this one before)
Moms are so great. I love mine to pieces, but she totally cracks me up when she'll say "Such and such came to $23.02 so pay me $24 and we're even."
Huh?
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