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cherrycheesecake - 51-55 years old - female

Posted by cherrycheesecake
on April 17th, 2011 at 4:27 PM


I've had quite a few birthdays and I've received many wonderful, beautiful, thoughtful, and exceptional gifts.  However, the gift I will never forget was the one I received from my daughter about five years ago.  I live in Texas, but I was visiting her at her home near Santa Cruz, California.  It so happened that I was visiting her during my birthday and she planned a lovely party with lots of wonderful food, a birthday cake and lots and lots of friends and family members.  The party was to begin at 2:00 p.m.  About 9:00 a.m., as I was sipping my coffee and lounging around, she told me to get dressed because we needed to go get my birthday gift.  She refused to say anymore about it.  So we got in her car and she drove about 3 or 4 miles and pulled into a parking spot in front of a business named "Love Dog's Salon".   Being the dog lover that I am, I automatically assumed she wanted me to pick something out for my dog as a birthday gift for me.  However, when we walked into the establishment, I saw no jeweled dog collars, hand-painted food bowls, and no fur-covered dog beds.  Instead I saw a rather rough-looking character standing behind the counter.  I also noticed that the walls were covered with some incredibly unusual drawings.  My daughter greeted the gentleman behind the counter and said "My mom is here for her appointment."  I was dumbfounded.  I had no idea what I had an appointment for.  The gentleman asked both of us to follow him and he turned to me and asked me "Where do you want it?"  I was totally blank.  I had no idea what was going on.  My daughter decisively told the man "on her left hip, please."  The man turned to me and asked me to remove my jeans.  EXCUSE ME?  Take off my jeans?  I think not!  My daughter looked at me and laughed.  "Don't worry, Mom.  He's going to tattoo a pink flamingo on your left hip.  You'll love it."  I didn't really have a lot of time to give any thought to the situation so I went with the flow and slipped out of my jeans (thank goodness I had on a nice pair of panties without any holes in them!) and lay down on my tummy and the dude went to work.  I would never have done this on my own, but as the guy worked, I got more and more excited and I couldn't wait to see it...good thing too since it is going to be with me for all of eternity!  An hour and a half later, he handed me a mirror and showed me the result of his work:  a small but beautiful pink flamingo standing in a tiny pool of aqua water.  I was absolutely delighted!  It was (and still is) gorgeous.  Leave it to my daughter to surprise me like that.  As I look back on that day, it ranks right up there with some of the best times I spent with my daughter.  I'm the luckiest of mom's to have her.  I'm planning another visit to Santa Cruz this coming summer in June...I'm thinking about a mermaid on my right hip...what do you think?

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  1. 1Alexander - 26-30 years old

    Posted by 1Alexander on April 17th, 2011 at 9:49 PM

    A mermaid? LOL! How about a fearsome look of skulls and bones?

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  2. Anonymous

    Reply by An EP User Dec 26th, 2014 at 11:54AM

  3. cherrycheesecake - 51-55 years old - female

    Posted by cherrycheesecake on April 18th, 2011 at 3:45 PM

    I will certainly give the idea of a skull and crossbones some consideration. I appreciate your input and your idea.

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  4. Anonymous

    Reply by An EP User Dec 26th, 2014 at 11:54AM

  5. cherrycheesecake - 51-55 years old - female

    Posted by cherrycheesecake on July 12th, 2011 at 8:29 PM

    You little shrimp, you!

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  6. Anonymous

    Reply by An EP User Dec 26th, 2014 at 11:54AM

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