Saturday, December 23, 2006

The Regifting of the Clapper

Last Christmas, Tom got me a Clapper. Practically before I'd gotten the wrapping paper off my gift, he'd ripped open the box and installed the Clapper in our bedroom. I could tell he'd fantasized about reclining on his pillows and clap-clapping off the lights.

The Clapper lasted about one night.

Just as I slid into a peaceful sleep, earsplitting claps shattered the silent night. Tom only suffered minor contusions when I popped straight up in the air and came down flailing.

At a Yankee Swap, we regifted the Clapper to Tom's mother, but then Andrew stole it.
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