That's what I call switcheroonie style.

Eleven months ago today, my sweet baby nephew was born. A few days later, my sister came home from the hospital with her lil' babe and an assortment of goodies packed away for her by the hospital.

Some of those things she needed - the diapers and wipes, the medicine for The Nephew's wee belly button, etc...but there were a few things they sent her with that she didn't need.

And her husband made sure to dispense with those items in the sneakiest, most underhanded ways possible.

Here's a for-instance for ya...the night they were all first home from the hospital, a bunch of us were over to celebrate the new family's homecoming. My sister was away nursing the wee one, and I was in the kitchen pouring myself a glass of wine - as I'm wont to do - when my brother in law called out to me:

Brother-In-Law: Hey there - is this a new bag?

Me: Yes! I got myself the hookup over at the Columbia Sportswear Employee Store. It's cool, right?

BiL: Yeah, I like it.

Me: I think it's supposed to be a tote bag, but I've got my wallet and everything in there. It's a great bag for going back and forth from work.

BiL: Uhhuhmmm...

Now, I should have been at least slightly concerned about this exchange, since my brother in law isn't really interested in things like tote bags unless they're constructed of leather and he's put them together himself with all his Ye Olde Worldery leatherworking supplies. But you see, I was all giddy on new aunthood and everything and couldn't be bothered to notice.

Sometime within the next few days, I had occasion to go searching for something in my fancypants new tote bag.

It so happened that I was at work at the time.

And since I was having a hard time finding what I was looking for, I started pulling things out of my bag and tossing them on my desk...and then I saw a smallish white disk in the bottom of my bag. I had no idea how the item had come to be in my bag, and as I pulled it out, there wasn't much I could do beyond look quizzically at this item, which made absolutely zero sense being in my bag.

It was a brand new container of Tucks Hemorrhoid Pads.

"What the...?!?," I thought, then "Ohhhh, that rat bastard."

So the brother in law thought he'd be slick and pass off some unnecessary hospital items to me, huh? "Oh, just wait," I thought, "I'll get him back."

Unfortunately, his birthday came and went last year and I didn't remember to wrap the Tucks up nice and give them to him as a super special birthday present.

But last week was my sister's birthday, and I didn't forget this time...

And you know what? I think she liked 'em! At least she's smiling, right?

Happy Birthday, Sweet Sister!