"The Who? As in, the band?" I asked.
"I think so? It's a blue... police box, it says."
"Wait, Doctor Who?"
"Oh yes, that's it."
"No, he wouldn't be interested, but I would!"
Well, did this ever make HER happy. She had a whole magazine full of stuff related to this show, and as usual, was ready to buy me every single item in there. (My husband spent the next few weeks talking her out of most of it.) I told her in the same phone call that actually, I didn't want a cookie jar, but the salt and pepper shakers. She flipped through the magazine and said, "Oh, the... turdis and... day-lick?" "YES, the turdis and daylick!" I said.
So on Christmas Day, here's what I got from her:
|Mom's comment on the shirt: "I have no idea|
what that means, but I was told if you watch Doctor
Who, you'll get it."
The Epic Struggle for the Balance of Taste! (HA!)
And there was a teapot, too!
I checked, and it was difficult to say if it's bigger on the inside:
I'll have to make some tea to find out.
The calendar has the first 11 Doctors in order, which is very cool because I'm watching Classic episodes now and am on the Fourth Doctor, so I hope I can keep ahead of the month where the new Doctor appears (Hartnell is on my wall now). All of them appear in December.
But let's just say, I have a new reason to look forward to October:
Next year, maybe I'll get a sonic screwdriver!