I had good intentions.  I usually do.

Some of you know that our oldest son, Micah, is engaged to be married.  He and Wendy have set the date for next year and Chris and I are over the moon excited about the upcoming nuptials.

I have tried to not go overboard on wedding themed items and I have done a fairly decent job at it so far. After all it is not MY wedding.

But a recent trip to the Biltmore found me in a shop that had some lovely wedding items.  Shower gifts. Wedding gifts. Fun Mr. and Mrs. themed items.

I had fun checking them out and with my 20% discount that day I was feeling especially in the buying mood.

There was a cute little stack of heart shaped ceramic dishes that would be perfect for holding rings or just putting on a dresser as an accent piece.  It was small enough for a NYC apartment and not expensive and I thought it would be the absolute perfect little gift to stick in a stocking at Christmas.  So I bought it along with a cute little package of wedding ring kleenex that I thought would be perfect for me to use at the wedding.

A week or so later when I finally unpacked things from that weekend trip I pulled out the little ceramic heart and opened the box. 

I may need to use those kleenex now instead of saving them for the wedding.

Obviously I did not check the lid of the box I was buying before I bought it.  It was plainly marked.

Obviously there was a Mr. and Mr. in the stack of Mr. and Mrs.

Obviously I need new contacts.

So good intentions but the outcome did not quite pan out like I had hoped.

I am choosing to giggle about it instead of throwing my hands up in the air because honestly what good will that do?  It makes for a good story and a good blog post, right?  I am trying to find the extraordinary in this whole thing and what I do know is extraordinary is the fact that I am going to be a mother in law to a very lovely young lady.

So congrats to Micah and Wendy who know that this old lady was thinking about them even if she picked up the wrong present.