Sometimes the smallest gifts are the best. That’s how it worked for me this year. My Christmas stocking contained a wrapped, oddly shaped, metallically rigid, something.
It was a bell. It was the kind of bell used to summon someone. It was mine.
I looked at Helaine. “Thank you.”
She looked back. “Use it once and I’ll kill you.”
It’s the thought that counts.
7 thoughts on “The Gift”
Ha ha! I love Helaine’s sense of humor!
Very useful. During my mother’s illness we used two plug-in doorbells. One was plugged in the basement to summon me upstairs. The button for the second one was mounted in her bathroom and the receiver was plugged in my bedroom in case she needed me (especially handy during the night). I got the tip from a friend who used to use one to call her teenage son out of his bedroom!!
Geoff: Please let Helaine I’m still laughing.
I’m glad your feeling well.
OMG!!! Love her sense of humor!!
That bells’s not too bad at all. Smart girl, your wife : )
..and even that bell’s not too bad at all. I should look at what I type, but why start now?
Wishing you all the positive. Your wife has the best sense of humor.