Last year I found a flamingo figurine at the dollar store. It was really a Valentine's decoration- he was holding a heart.
It was cute, and my mom likes obnoxious stuff, so I got it. (Hey, it was a buck, lol.)
So I told her I got her this silly, precious little gift and I told her I had two places in mind where she would put it. (Either in her shop or the one bathroom at her house.)
So here it is, Christmas eve, and we're opening presents. We get to the flamingo, and I'm all excited. (She has flamingo earrings for God's sake. .)
She opens it, and I'm full of anticipation of her ooh's and ahh's over how cute he is.
Then her mouth opens and she says, "Okay, I give up. Where the hell am I supposed to put this?"
Epic fail. LOL.
It was so tempting to get her a flamingo something for every holiday for the next ten years. But I have controlled myself.
eta: P.S. She did put it in the bathroom. Way up on a shelf.
When I tease her, she says he is displayed with honor.
I reply, "Yeah, behind shit so ya can't see him."
Another crappy Christmas present I gave my mom was a poster of Marlon Brando in The Wild One that I wrapped around a lipstick (the real present). I had to point out the lipstick. Of course, I kept the poster and tacked it up on my bedroom wall.