I sit on a throne of lies

I said that I wouldn't try to figure out my Christmas gifts. I lied.

This weekend Alli was wrapping my gifts. One I know is my Tweety Christmas tree ornament; I've been collecting them for the past four years. She also had a gift box from Sephora. There was an additional fairly small rectangular package. Yesterday when I was home alone I went to examine the presents. The small box is I think the perfume--when I shake it, I hear what sounds like a liquid bubbling. The larger box, the Sephora box, has something in it that rolls from side to side when I shake it. To step up my investigation, I turned to my sister's laptop. She was already logged in to Sephora, so I just checked out her account summary, and saw that she had bought a Clinique 3 Step package the same day she bought my perfume. So, I'm guessing that was intended for me, since it was a package of the small size bottles, and she uses the large kind. I suppose it's possible that she bought the small bottles to refill the large, but I doubt it.

Honestly, I'm not too thrilled with this, because I've tried her Clinique for the past week, and it's left me feeling greasy, and my face is breaking out. I casually brought this up in conversation this morning to gauge her response. "Are you using all three steps?" Yes. "Hm. Maybe you need a different kind." I'm hoping that if this is my gift, she'll tell me when I open it that we can exchange it for a different formula, because my face is really not responding well to it.

I never thought she would get that for me for Christmas. I dropped all kinds of hints about things I really wanted. I found a pair of shoes on sale and bookmarked it on the computer. I brought up the fact that I wanted a clock radio that I could play my iPod on. It's not something I really need, so I wouldn't have bought it for myself, but I was hoping she would. Instead, I get soap.

It's the thought that counts, I know. But the set she bought is the sample size! It's tiny, and if I use it twice a day like you're supposed to, it won't last long. Alli, if you ever read this, I'm sorry for being such a bitch. I promise, on Christmas day I will be cheerful and thankful. Of course, all of this could be moot if I'm wrong about my gift. But I'm usually right, and let's face it, my snooping skills are pretty good.

I suppose I just want Christmas to be like it was when I was a child, full of fun presents. I'm going to have to live vicariously through Nathan as he gets his presents. And I'll take the $50 I got from a relative and buy the shoes, because I need them more than I need the clock radio.