Gift of Death...and other stuff

As a woman, I receive many different types of gifts at Christmas time. However, there is one gift that I deem the Gift of Death.

It's not the quesadilla maker, nor the Spiderman stationary this year. I'm talking about...bath and body crap.

There is a difference between buying it for yourself and getting it at Christmas. If I find a fragrance I like, I "may" buy it. But out of the 30,000 fragrances out there, do you have the luck of finding it yourself? No. Instead I get cucumber smelling poo.

Everyone, including myself, has re-gifted this horrible, horrible gift. There is no thought behind vanilla lotion or bath salts.

This year, I received it four times. All from women. How can you do this ladies? I know for a fact this was re-gifted. Should it have come from a man, it would be different.

I'm not hard to buy for. If it's between lotion or no gift, please don't get me anything.

This year's body crap is going to the Rescue Mission. I'm sure those people will re-gift it too.