... she asks me to wrap the Christmas presents.
Its how I can always tell that her seasonal work load is really starting to hit the fan because I wrap presents that end up looking about as attractive as the stereotypical homeless guy's brown paper bag filled with Mad Dog.
I mean, I know all the the little tricks and nuances to wrapping gifts - my Wife has showed that stuff to me countless times - but the stuff that I wrap always ends up looking like crap. Just imagine if a one armed, blind as a bat, narcoleptic, three fingered man wrapped a Christmas present and some where during the entire process he had three seizures. That gives you some idea of how well it all turns out.... and it is as inevitable as the morning sunrise. I always just chalk it up to the fact that I am a guy and that I just dont have it in me.
Today, I was feeling so delusional from having the seasonal case of the crud that I actually wrapped the first present in birthday wrapping paper... yes, I think I need to go lay down.
Its how I can always tell that her seasonal work load is really starting to hit the fan because I wrap presents that end up looking about as attractive as the stereotypical homeless guy's brown paper bag filled with Mad Dog.
I mean, I know all the the little tricks and nuances to wrapping gifts - my Wife has showed that stuff to me countless times - but the stuff that I wrap always ends up looking like crap. Just imagine if a one armed, blind as a bat, narcoleptic, three fingered man wrapped a Christmas present and some where during the entire process he had three seizures. That gives you some idea of how well it all turns out.... and it is as inevitable as the morning sunrise. I always just chalk it up to the fact that I am a guy and that I just dont have it in me.
Today, I was feeling so delusional from having the seasonal case of the crud that I actually wrapped the first present in birthday wrapping paper... yes, I think I need to go lay down.
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