Another Christmas Miracle

Every year we get those presents. You know the ones. Mine are usually marked "C Joy" in old-fashioned cursive, but there is one thing they all have in common; each and every package promises to hold something that you never would have known you wanted until it was staring you in the face. Last year we had quite a ball with grandma's gifts. From the giant sausage (yum) to the travel-lotions there was little to be desired. Here is a link to it in case you need to get back in the spirit of things. Anywho, we started early this year. The two presents of the 10 she sent were...marvelous? mysterious? Musky. That's the one.

Well, for starters they came with a letter of explaination that started with: Dave, here's the thing.

What the box encapsuled was 6 vintage avon collectables. Apparently, in another era, Avon was the premier place to get cheap cologn in tacky and completely unrelated vessels.

ahem.

This one is called Avon Stop and Go. And the scent is "Spicy". Well, obviously. There's nothing that singest the pallet more than a traffic light. mhmmm.



This one is called Windjammer. It appears to be a zamboni with golf clubs in the back seat. (Which come seperatly and you have to attach them yourself) Apparently it is some old-fashioned golf cart, and did I mention it smells divine? Bet you weren't expecting that?

So, all in all, while we munched on the Girl Scout cookies she sent, we have enjoyed our Christmas that much more. Grandma's gifts are always so fun and, well, perplexing. Perhaps when we open the other 4 Avon bottles she sent we will find "tangy tank engine" and hopefully a "musky minivan". This is fun!