While some people may boast of talents in acting, writing, singing, stalking, etc., my secret talent lies in an age old trick known as guessing my presents and guessing everyone elses. I know, I know...don't everyone jump up and get all jealous, but it is a little trick I have up my sleeve. I get the "gift" honestly. My mother has always had an uncanny ability to pick out her gifts, and it never helped that I was unable to keep a secret when it comes to presents.
One Christmas in particular jumps to the front of my mind in which this gift was a problem. For those of you who remember the restaraunt Sizzler, as you left the restaraunt, they had some fantastic butter mints. My mother has always been notoriously hard to purchase gifts for and my father has always experienced the full brunt of that difficulty. The Christmas in question, when my dad asked my mom what she wanted, she responded that she wanted a box of Sizzler butter mints, knowing in her heart that it would not be possible and really meaning it in jest My father, however, was determined.
Surprisingly enough, the venture was an easy one. He approached the management at the Sizzler on New Cut Road, which I think is an abandoned Hollywood Video now, and they agreed to buy and extra case and let him buy it from them. My father triumphantly brought the box home and wrapped it and placed it under the tree, happy that he was able to outsmart my mom and get her exactly what she wanted. However, that would be all thwarted by me!
One day my mom and I were sitting in the front room of the house wrapping Christmas presents and I just couldn't hold the secret in any longer. The smell of Butter mints was oozing out of the box and it was more than obvious that there was something in the large box underneath the tree that was emitting the fragrance. As we were wrapping, I ever so deftly mentioned to my mom that it smelled exactly like Sizzler Butter mints. I even went as far as to ask her if she thought it smelled like Sizzler Butter Mints as well. Little did I know that she was already well aware that the box contained said mints and was impressed with my father that he had gone out of his way to get her exactly what she had asked for that year.
Yes, this was a time where I used my "gift" for ill and not good, but it is one of those funny things that I remember about my proclivity for not keeping a secret. Molly has dealt with this as well because I have not been able to hold some of her gifts until Christmas and have practically burst before giving them to her. I guess its a good thing that Santa keeps secrets so that I won't end up telling Ainsley what Santa is going to give her. Here's looking forward to those great memories!
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