It's Christmas in July!
That's right! Christmas! The giving and receiving of gifts part, not the religious origin of the holiday part.
Okay. So the receiving is just for Farmer H and The Pony, and the giving is by the #1 son, and Mrs. Hillbilly Mom is paying for it all. But still...it's Christmas! Christmas in July!
The #1 son only has two more weeks left of his paid internship with Garmin. When it ends, his 45% discount on Garmin merchandise also ends. He has been after Farmer H and The Pony for weeks now to pick out something they want. They both declare they need a GPS, but they both are reluctant to type garmin.com into a computer.
So...this morning, just as I was writing a letter to #1 to put in the mail by 11:15 and thus send him his weekly dose of Mom-love, Chinese money, and hope in the form or scratch-off tickets...he sent me a text about Garmin swag. I told him to pick something out for them and get it. He first made sure I would tuck a check into that letter for his trouble. Then he put a rush on the process and within 10 minutes had picked out their devices and sent me the total.
When I asked The Pony, upon #1's instructions, what kind of Garmin he wanted, he said, "Just a GPS. A basic one." And Farmer H doesn't even know he's getting one yet. That's kind of like the response I get at real Christmas, when I ask what they want.
The Garmins are being shipped to the Mansion in the name of #1. I do NOT plan to wrap these gifts for my directionally-challenged menfolk.
But other than that, it's just like Christmas! Christmas in July!
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