Well, today I hope you understand WHERE I get all that crazy from: My family. I come by my craziness naturally, and I hope these pictures prove to you that I am only a VICTIM of crazy. I cannot help myself. There is crazy surrounding me.
(never mind that I bought half these gifts...)
Here is a small selection of some of the ODD Christmas gifts my family exchanged this year...
Fake mustache sets. That were purchased at a gas station. But, a lovely gas station in Iowa. I think you can see how meaningful they were to my nephew. This particular mustache was called "The banker"--in case you were interested.
This next gift was in the coveted bag of my sister-in-law's Favorite Things. Every year, the person's name she draws gets a whole sack full of Gina's current favorites. I always love checking out the yearly Favorite Things!
This year, one of the gifts in particular got the most mileage. I mean EVERYBODY wanted to try it. In fact, we couldn't stop giggling about it.
The funniest moment was right when my sister opened it. I have never seen her husband--my crazy brother-in-law--move so fast. Within a split second, he had jumped out of his chair, and had laid his head in my sister's lap--READY for her to try out the gift on HIM.
Have you met the Tingler Head Massager? Uhm, but I feel more comfortable just calling it "a scalp massager."
And let me tell you--there was not a scalp in the house that was not tingled...er, massaged.
Also: It is nearly impossible not to make a funny face when that thing is on your scalp.
The next person chose NOT to have his face shown with his ODD Christmas gift. I have no idea why...it's a lovely, and helpful gift...
I'm not at all sure exactly what monkey butt is...but I DO KNOW that from the looks of that picture, I sure DON'T WANT IT. I am definitely ANTI-monkey butt. And if I ever do get the monkey butt, thankfully, I will know what to do for it.
And GOOD NEWS for YOU!!! Because I am all about public service, HERE is where you may buy your very own bottle of Anti-Monkey Butt Powder.
Okay, I'm all done saying "monkey butt" now. Sorry...you know me and my junior high humor. I just can't help myself. (monkey butt)
And, the FINAL ODDEST CHRISTMAS GIFTS this year should win some kind of award. They are the pièce de résistance of ODD. Well...unless you are a beard-wearing mountain man of the 1850s. And then--then these gifts would be like a pan 'o gold, or wagon-load of buffalo chips.
But, instead--my pray-shus daughters, my delicate butterflies, my entirely proper young ladies HOOPED and HOLLERED when their daddy gave them a "very special gift."
A BOXful of animal pelts--for them each to choose her favorite one to keep.
For you city folks, let me translate the above sentence for you:
"A box full of dead varmits that most people try to swerve and HIT with their cars...that my dear husband bought so that my precious daughters can hug and snuggle and rub the soft fur of dead animals."
(And, much to my dismay, about a wagon-load of money was used to purchase said box 'o varmits. Also, my husband would want you to know right now--that *sometimes* I exaggerate for a couple of laughs. However, in this case, I think you can see that the picture does not exaggerate.)
For your convenience, here are the animals pictured above:
(L-R) Coyote, coyote, fox, beaver, muskrat, raccoon, raccoon, raccoon. Rebecca is holding a fox.
I'm sure you're dying to know WHICH DEAD VARMITS my lovely daughters chose, aren't you?
They both chose a fox.
I'm happy to let you know that both foxes are feeling right at home...
I have no shame left. Goodbye forever, dearest pride.
What were some of the oddest gifts YOU'VE ever received?