Last weekend I attended a baby shower. It brought to mind a shower that I actually never attended, but for which I have a great story.
When my sister had her bridal shower five years ago, I was living in Maryland and therefore unable to attend the shower. Knowing that many women from my mom's ward would be there to give her all the "necessary" items (i.e., hand towels, sheets, mixing bowls), I wanted to make sure that I gave her something "unnecessary" (i.e., lingerie). But knowing my sister as I do (correct me if I'm wrong, em), I didn't take her for a lingerie wearer. Instead, I made her some "sexy" red, satin-y pants with black lacy trim on the bottom. They were HOT.
Remember, I was single at this time, living with roommates. We didn't keep packing boxes around the house. (Unlike my mother who has a room in the basement practically dedicated to mailing and wrapping supplies.) What was I to do? Well, wrap them in the first box I could find: an empty Wheat Thins box.
As I was not in attendance at this shower, the remainder of the story is strictly pieced together from versions I was told. Like most showers, it probably began with some light noshing and chatting. Then it likely moved to the living room so the bride can open her presents and everyone can "oooh" and "ahhh" at the lovely gifts. When Emily gets to mine, she unwraps the present to find...Wheat Thins! Wheat Thins? Oh. Her response? "Well, I guess my sister knows how much I love Wheat Thins....Next present please!" (Okay, fine, the "Next present please" line was definitely fiction. But you get the idea.)
So no, the box was not opened. So yes, everyone at the shower thought I gave my only sister a box of Wheat Thins for her wedding. Why did she not notice that it didn't sound like a real box of Wheat Thins? Don't know. All I know is that 25 women think I'm crazy. But I'm here to tell you that I'm not.