This really happened, the first time my sister brought us back gifts from overseas. Mom got a wicked cool dagger, and I got wicked spicy relish paste of some kind.
Sometime, late at night when I’m all alone, it still hurts. I mean, spicy exotic paste is great and all, but… well… MOM GOT A DAGGER!?
To be fair, I should mention that Melodie subsequently did get me two Georgian swords, for which I am appropriately grateful and that presently have a place of honor on my dining room wall.
EDIT: Edited a little for clarity. Also, I just got home from being at the in-law’s place for Christmas to discover Melodie’s Christmas gift for my wife and I this year — Peter Pevensie’s sword from the recent Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe movie. Thanks sis!
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Still bitter eh?
I am sure that I have bought you a sword or two over time… suck it up kid.
The sauce was a thought out gift. Remember, “you’re pretty set on the sauces!” ? Your words, not mine!
Besides, didn’t the fancy relish then mixed with baking soda lead into your adventures in cooking?
Hey There, Who has said sword hanging on his wall?Merry Christmas Dear
By the way… the sword hanging on your wall is the one I bought you the first time I went to Georgia…the one hanging on my wall is moms…
I got TWO swords. And they are BOTH on my wall.
Aaarrrgghh! Actually, Dave, you have yours and Maia’s hanging on your wall. And why hasn’t anyone given me a sword? All I have is the battle-worn cavalry sword I’ve had for 40 years. Okay, the damage was probably done by a couple of teenagers…
I love how this comic’s comments has turned into a Routly family chat room.
hahah… too funny.
I enjoyed this story of the dreaded spice relish! And it’s all TRUE…