Since we moved, I haven't gotten any Christmas catalogs. It turns out, they've all be going to my mother-in-law's house, where we briefly forwarded our mail in between the rental and our new house.
On Saturday, my mother-in-law delivered all the junk mail that had accumulated over the past few weeks, including a pile of Christmas catalogs. I was in heaven.
I spent most of the evening gasping and texting pictures to my mom and sister, threatening to buy them the items for Christmas.
Here are some of my "OMFG what the hell were they thinking" gifts.
Light-up Thomas Kinkade Bannerettes - buy two because he's dead and they are extra collectible.
I actually have family members for whom this would be a good gift. I'm looking at you, Uncle T.
Bottles not included. I suppose you'd have to drink 8 bottles of wine to think this was a good idea.
I just can't even. A shower curtain with deer. So you can take target practice while washing your hair?
Well, we are in Texas.
B, Ella and I all think these are awesome. But we all also agree that Campbell would be on his way to the ER about 15 minutes after opening them.
Faux jeans with faux rips and faded spots.
This was actually the one that started it all. I threatened to the monkey and all the outfits to my sister. Shockingly, Ella didn't want one either.
Faux jeans for the ladies.
Nothing says "Klassy with a K" like wine in a shoe.
I sent this one to my friend Amy just in case she needed a gift idea for her husband. She asked if it came with a flap. I'm guessing yes.
In case you can't read the caption, you put these on the dash of your car (or truck) and they spin when you stop, start or turn. I just can't even. Who thinks of these things?
People out here in the suburbs take yard decorations very seriously. But I think these might be against deed restrictions.
Because nothing says Christmas like gnarly zombie feet.
Happy shopping everyone.