So, Coach and I were not to exchange gifts for Christmas. But he is a bad boy…he broke the rules. Quite the rebel…. with a cause.
Some of you tried to guess on the B gift…
another boxer? nah.
Not even a Buick, Botox or a bikini wax. ouch to the last two.
For Christmas, he gave me this sweet Bee necklace:
I was surprised. Pleasantly surprised. I was mad too, but I got over it quickly. Jewelry does that to girls. I had jokingly mentioned in the blog a while ago about a Tiffany Bee necklace. Well what did he do, but look for that one. Luckily for our bank account, it was no longer available and he found this little cutie patootie instead. I LOVES it.
I shall name her Beatrice B. She is my bestie.
And that is not the only Bee I got for Christmas.
I love it as well. Nothing like throwing on a pearl bracelet to class up my jeans and flip flops!! (my daily wardrobe) Her talents never cease to amaze me!
And Linds made this custom tissue box for me.
Yeah, she is awesome.
See the inspirational saying on the top?
“Got an issue? Get a tissue!” She hears that a lot around here.
Remember last year when she made me my own personalized Shank? I am one lucky Mom.
Don’t hate. Appreciate!
I have been Blessed with a wonderful family. Gosh…just pinch me!! Ouch, not so hard…I am as fragile as a butterfly!
I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas as well and hopefully you did not end up with a houseful of bees…unless that is what you wanted?!?
To see how others used the letter B today, visit: A-Z Mondays