Kate gives the best, best, best, BEST presents ever. She is an amazing woman and an amazing gift giver and oh my sweet Lord, she makes me laugh SO HARD.
When Kate gives you a gift, she puts her whole heart and soul into it. She's extraordinarily creative and witty and bright and she just GETS me (which is why I have a magnet on my refrigerator that says, "Eat your raisins. They make your ass stink less.") She really, honestly cares about the person who receives the gift and she really, really wants you to like it. Which I always do. And she always sends me presents just for absolutely no reason, just because she loves me.
In short, when there is a package from Kate on my porch (or a postcard from Kate in my mailbox) I know it's going to be a hysterically wonderful evening.
The package is addressed to the children, the dog, and myself. Girl Child is excited that a package is actually for someone other than just me. When she hears it's from Kate she gets even MORE excited. Boy Child is thrilled, recalling, "Miss Kate! She sent me the Pig Catapult! Freaking sweet!"
Inside the package is a postcard. On the back, Kate has written:
Dear GirlChildBoyChildThatChickandGinger,
(Yes, all one word)
I think you can tell whose is whose.
XO
Kate
Inside are four packages, wrapped in white paper.
The first one, clearly is for the dog. And she LOVED IT.
If you can't see what it is, look closely between her ginormous paws. She devoured it in less than an hour.The next package was for BoyChild. Something blue on it made us realize it was for him. It was plastic frogs. He was delighted.
The last two packages had ribbons on them. One pink and one purple. I gave one to Girl Child and said, "Here. Just open this one. We'll sort it out if we have the wrong one."
I opened mine. It was a beautiful little coin purse with a pretty print on it. I oohed and aahed.
Girl Child opened hers. Her eyes grew wide. She grinned, that smile with the dimple so large it needed it's own zip code.
"Mom!" she exclaimed, eyes shining, "Look! Miss Kate sent me notecards that say shit on them!"
And I had to say, "I think you have mine."
She was just as happy with the coin purse. By the way.
I love Kate. Kate is great.
22 comments:
I DO wish Kate was my friend!! And I'd kill for some note cards with Shit. written on them.
Sounds like a great parcel from a great friend!!
Moments like that leave us feeling so blessed, don't they? Makes up for the crap we have to deal with on a daily basis. =)
I love all the people in this story. Very, very much.
Can you please send Kate my address?
Please? It's my birthday in a few weeks.....
I like Kate!
This so reminds me of an old friend who had a lovely house. Very eloquent. Everything was so beautifully decorated with such taste!
In her guest bathroom - on the wall behind the toilet - hung a gorgeously framed picture. If you can try and picture it. Really pretty embellished gold frame with swirly doos. Inside the matting was very nicely done (cream). The 'picture' itself was a series of 4 stacked squares - varying colours - just a slight shade different from each other. In each square from left to right, starting at the top was:
S H
I T
And the lettering was ever so faint.
It used to crack me up everytime I had to pee at her house. And now I want to hang one in our guest toilet;).
I so need a Kate.
I want Kate to be my friend, too!! How sweet!!
Uh, I mean (to quote Boy Child)...."freaking sweet" :)
You wonder why her official name I use is "kate the great"? Shit like this.
And your kidfolk? I'm in love. And then some.
I'm so glad Kate is your friend. (Which reminds me. I need to email Kate. I miss her ass.)
My favorite part was your daughter's reply. That's just the greatest.
Pressies are just great.
I have missed reading you. I will try harder I promise.
xxx
Kate sounds great! Everyone could use a Kate in their life!!
Glad you have yours.....
Now I'm off to find mine :)
I need to know where Kate shops.
And maybe slip your Girl one of those "Shit" cards. She's getting to the age where she may need one.
How awesome! I would love to have a Kate, too. My Kate is myself & then Hubby kills me for the fact that my two year old knows the UPS guy by name. You're daughter is priceless!
KATE rocks the fuckin partae, oh yes she does.
How do I sign up to be Kate's friend? How do I get you to send ME a Shit card?
kate rocks!
I so freaking want note cards that have shit on them!
Wow. Excellent choices, Kate!
Kate sounds fantastic. You are very lucky.
Um, is Kate taking applications for new friends?
I just stumbled onto your blog from Mushy's, and let me say, I think you are great. Thank you for the laughs, they were well appreciated this evening!
I can not stop laughing today at your entries. Too funny!
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