I am fairly certain that no other Indian daughter-in-law has ever said what I’m about to say:
My in-laws are fabulous.
Now before you jump to conclusions – my jaded friends – please note that I am not trying to earn brownie points with them as I am sure they don’t read this blog. I know this because if they did read my blog they might not be so nice to me, seeing as I make fun of their son on a bi-weekly basis.
Anyway, I had a less than stellar week which drastically improved when my father-in-law handed me a gift card to Net-a-Porter.com. Just because. Naturally I had no other choice than to redeem the card in a matter of minutes.
And naturally I had no choice but to select the gift wrap option. Because sometimes there is nothing better than receiving a wrapped box in the mail, even if you already know what’s in it.
I won’t ruin my good fortune by mentioning what terrible customer service Net-A-Porter has. I also won’t lament the fact that I have to return my beautiful but small Tory shoes for a store credit because Net-A-Porter doesn’t have the size I need.
Because mentioning things like that would just be me being ungrateful. And I am anything but ungrateful.