I got this sweater from my moms house a while ago and I hate it. It doesn’t fit me nicely or anything.
The, the first time I just tried to get my grandfather to try it on, he wouldn’t so I hid it in his room somewhere. Then he found it and hid it in my room. So I put it in his dresser and he must have found it because Christmas eve this conversation happened;
Poppy: Krys, who’s John and Sue?
Me: Poppy, I don’t know. Why?
Poppy: Well, you must know them because there’s a gift for you from them.
Me: Poppy, I don’t know who John And Sue are!
Poppy: Well, alright Krys.
So I go and get the gift and it says that it’s from John and Sue…. In my grandfathers handwriting. I knew it was his handwriting but I didn’t even think of what it could be. So I open it and, sure enough, it was the sweater. So then Christmas day he hands me a package and this time it says it’s from him and it’s the sweater again.
So what I did was when we went to my Aunt Alices’ house yesterday, I brought that package all wrapped up and asked her to give it to him as if it was from her. So he opens it in front of everyone and the stories told and it was a good time. But, because he got me twice I had to get him another time. So I saftey pinned it to his Harley Davidson blanket. So then, while I was trying to go to sleep last night I moved my pillows and there is the sweater.
So now I have to find a place to put this sweater.
This is the best story ever.
