The old lady's birthday is tomorrow and, well, I have no idea if she'll even remotely not-hate what I got her. I'll know in about 10 hours. I do know that she'll love the things the kids got her. Mr. Z, on his own initiative, mind you, bought her a shiny purple rock from the store at his camp. With his own money, no less. Ain't that a kick in the jodhpurs. And Miss O painted a little pinwheel thing at camp for the old lady to stick in one of her potted plants. Another perfect gesture.
Me? I probably could've put a turd in a box and had the same odds that she'd like what I got her. Hell, it would've been a lot cheaper and I would've at least been able to say that I made it myself.
Maybe next year.